After Cathy Bond went through the rigors of a painful divorce from her husband, she sought to develop independence.
One morning Cathy left her apartment in the heart of downtown San Francisco and responded to an advertisement in a newspaper in reference to a job opening for a bookstore salesperson.
When Cathy arrived at the bookstore she soon discovered that it was one which specialized in materials of an adult sexual nature. At first she pondered momentarily over whether she would venture inside. Eventually she concluded that there was really no difference in selling books of a sexual nature than those of any other kind.
Jerry, the owner of the store, was at first a little skeptical over letting a young, very attractive woman go to work in a capacity of that nature. But eventually he decided to give her a trial run to see if she could measure up to his expectations.
Not only did Cathy perform well in her capacity at the bookstore; she also discovered that there were scores of opportunities for her to meet hungry and aggressive men who were willing to satisfy her every sexual urge.
It all started when a man named Gill Long ventured into the store one afternoon and made a bold pass. Cathy became irate, threatening to call the police unless he left immediately.
When Cathy got off work that day she never expected to see Gill Long again, but there he was, in the parking lot behind the bookstore, and after he got through with her that day Cathy's sex views totally and dramatically changed.
The more sex that Cathy got, the more that she found herself wanting, and unless her male partners treated her in the same tough, crude man her as Gill then she could never hope to be satisfied.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
When my marriage broke up, I went through a period of depression.
I had saved up a fairly tidy little sum of money from working at a bank just before I was married. All that was gobbled up by the time that a few months had elapsed after my divorce. I guess you'd have to say I was pretty crushed. My husband was the only man I had ever gone to bed with, and when I married him I had been foolish enough to think that he was the only man for me.
Chalk it up to inexperience, immaturity or whatever, but anyway I really got a rude awakening after being married to him for almost two years. At least thank goodness we didn't have any kids, since that would have complicated matters even more.
When I got out on my own, I knew I had to find myself a job. While looking through the want ads one morning in the San Francisco Examiner, I saw an advertisement looking for a sales person at a book store. The address was familiar to me. The place was situated just a couple blocks away from Union Square.
I went to look for Jerry, the proprietor, the guy who had put in the ad, and I just about flipped. The book store handled adult material, and I wondered first of all if it would be the type of thing for me.
At first I told myself I didn't have the nerve to even go inside and talk to this guy, Jerry, but after a while I got to thinking about it. What the hell. Even though I'd never read an erotic book, I guess it stood to reason that a certain amount of people wanted to read them, and if they wanted to, then that was fine by me. All I knew was that I needed a job and I needed it damned fast. Hell, I barely had enough to pay the rent and eat. I didn't want to go on the dole, and that was next.
So I walked inside and saw this tall, husky guy with light brown hair standing behind a counter.
"Excuse me," I began with a nice friendly smile, "but I'm looking for Jerry."
"Yeah, you found him."
Right off I could tell Jerry was suprised to see somebody like me in the store. It figured that he was getting mainly male customers, and from the perplexed expression on his face, I could see that I was going to have to do some explaining.
"You ran an ad in this morning's Examiner," I said. "You were looking for somebody to sell books."
"Sure, but what the hell. I expected a man."
"You're not on this sex discrimination kick, are you?" I snapped. "Why can't I sell books?"
"It's just that practically all the customers are men," he shrugged.
"So what? Why not give me a chance? If I don't hack it at the end of two days, then you can go out and find somebody else. Why don't you just give me that chance?"
Jerry paused for several moments before answering.
"Give me a chance to think it over," he said. "Come back after twelve."
I spent the rest of the morning just walking around downtown San Francisco. When I arrived back at the store, Jerry had a proposition for me.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," he said. "I'll give you one day. I'll be in tomorrow afternoon and we'll talk then. You see, I've got several stores in the area, and the guy who was working here was trying to steal me blind. I noticed all kinds of shorts in the cash register. I kicked his goddamned ungrateful ass out of here, and now I'm saddled with running the place. I have to spend too much time making runs to other stores to find out how things are going and supervise."
"I understand. So why don't you start making your runs right now. I'll take care of everything the rest of the afternoon."
"Fine. You work here until six. I've got a guy who comes in at night. His name is Tom. He'll relieve you at six."
"Fine. So I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, Jerry."
"Good luck," Jerry said, shaking his head.
You know, I liked the challenge of the whole thing. I could tell from the way that Jerry looked at me that he figured there was no way I could survive. Let me tell you something. About the time that somebody figures I'm dead certain to fail at something, that's when I'm gonna try that much harder.
It was a quiet afternoon at the store. At least most of it was quiet. There was one guy who came in pretty drunk. He staggered over into a corner. It seemed like he was about ready to go to sleep.
"Look, this isn't the Midnight Rescue Mission," I walked over to him and snapped. "Do us both a favor and go next door to the restaurant and get yourself a cup of coffee. This isn't for loitering, buddy."
"You sure are a hard-nosed bitch," he looked at me with his beet-red eyes.
"You heard what I said. You don't want me to call the police, do you?"
"Okay, okay. Hell, a guy can't even get a rest in a porno book shop. What the hell's the world coming to?"
I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath as I watched this guy stagger out the door.
Something else that happened during the afternoon, and that happened repeatedly to make me laugh was the way that these guys would look at me when they came in. I could tell they just weren't used to having some chick wait on them when they were buying these porno books. A few of them would give me strange, weird looks, hiding the book or books that they were purchasing.
The one thing I knew I had to do was make the guys feel at ease, so I joked with them. After a while they all seemed to loosen up.
Late in the afternoon a guy came walking in. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was tall, and had dark hair. He was well-built in a slim, athletic sort of way. Not only that, but he was a fairly nice-looking guy.
At first the guy just occupied himself looking at books on the rack. About the time I figured he was just another customer and was getting set to make a purchase, he walked over to me. He leered at me several times, causing me to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"You're damned right you can," the man smiled. "My name's Gill Long. What's your name?"
"What's that got to do with anything? Do you want me to help you find a book or something?" Gill pointed down toward his crotch. That was when I noticed for the first time just how well hung and anxious he was. His bulging cock was visible beneath his tight-fitting trousers, indicating just how hot he was to trot.
"This could use a little action," he grinned. "Why don't you just take your afternoon coffee break, close up this place, and we can go out to my car in back and have ourselves a nice fuck."
"You son-of-a-bitch," I erupted angrily, my face reddening and my fists clenching tightly. "You sure have your nerve. Just get out of here. Get out of here right now."
"You don't have to get sore. You should feel complimented. I don't ask every girl I meet to fuck."
"Thank goodness for that. They're lucky. Get out of here before I call the police."
"You sure are touchy. I just happened to see you through the window as I was passing by. Figured maybe we could get together."
"You figured wrong. Now scram."
Gill Long shrugged his shoulders, then left the store. For the next hour I was in a rage, just thinking about that nervy son-of-a-bitch.
A few minutes before six, Tom, the evening man, arrived. He was a short, stalky fellow with red hair. He had a friendly smile that he immediately focused on me.
"How did the first day go?" he asked.
"Not bad at all," I said. "There was a drunk who wanted to sleep here, and another guy who made a rank pass at me. Aside from that everything was okay. Just a little on the slow side."
"It's that way some days," he laughed. "I think I know the drunk you're talking about. The other guy. Well; who knows. I guess any guy's capable of making a pass at a beautiful young woman."
"Thanks for the compliment. But this guy was terrible. He was about as crude as anybody could be. I don't even want to talk about him anymore. He makes me that mad."
"See you tomorrow," Tom smiled.
"Good night," I told him.
I walked out the back door. My car was parked in the lot behind the store. Darkness had already fallen on the city.
The parking lot was in a secluded alley. As I was just about to reach into my purse and grab my car keys so that I could unlock my Volkswagen, I felt a cold, clammy hand push its way over my mouth.
"Not a word, especially not a shout," I heard the man's firm whisper. "You do and you're gonna really get hurt."
My body froze stiffly. As the man continued to hold onto my mouth, he pushed me around and shoved me against the side of my car.
Even before I looked into his face, I knew that it was Gill Long. Although he had been whispering, his voice was clearly discernable. I could never have forgotten it, considering the way that he had come on when I had seen him in the store.
"I don't like to be rebuffed, especially by a woman I think is beautiful," he said. "If you won't shout, I'll remove my hand from your mouth. If you do shout, you're gonna get your jaw broken and your whole face rearranged. You understand me? If you do, just nod."
Even though I was scared as hell over the threat that Gill was levelling toward me, for some unexplainable reason I also felt thrilled. I could feel these erotic sensations just swimming through my body.
I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't been happening to me, but my whole cuntal area started to become moist. I was just on the verge of a hot, juicy cum. My whole body began trembling and my eyes widened as I stood there looking at my tormentor.
The first thing I did after a few tense seconds passed was to nod, letting Gil know that I wasn't about to try anything foolish. You know, the knowledge that he would beat the holy hell out of me actually caused me to feel quivers of sensation through my whole body. Perhaps that was what I was looking for, a man who was willing to take charge of me in ways that my husband had never been able to do.
As Gil removed his hand from my mouth, he reached out and ever so crudely began to unzip my skirt.
"I'm gonna pull this damn thing off of you," he told me. "And after I do that, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you."
Gil hurt me with his hard, sharp fingers. Ever so rapidly he kept twisting and tugging with his fingers, sliding my skirt down my legs and off of me.
"Now your panties," he gulped.
There I was, standing there trembling, my moist nest awaiting further action. Sure he was a son-of-a-bitch, but there was something extremely masculine about him, an assertive way that I had admired so many times from a distance in other men.
Gil Long was the very opposite of my husband, who was a shy, timid gentleman. Maybe that's why our marriage just never succeeded in the way that I figured it would. Back when I was a young girl, I kept telling myself that my husband was just the kind of man that I wanted. Somebody very shy and non-assertive.
As I kept looking into Gill Long's eyes, though, I could see how wrong my judgment had been. Here was a guy who was a real son-of-a-bitch. He could have given any of those old leading men of the screen that I admired so much a run for their money. Guys like Gable and Bogart. Hell, I never saw them rape anybody on the screen, but Gill had balls enough to do it.
As I heard the exciting scraping sounds of my silky panties rubbing against my trim, firm thighs, I could also hear Gill's heavy breathing. The one thing he was anticipating doing more than anything else was ramming his hard, driving pecker as deeply into me as he knew how.
When Gill finished removing my panties, letting them drop down to the pavement, he shoved his body forward. Ever so briskly, he reached out with both hands, driving his strong, firm fingers against my ass cheeks.
Gill pinched and shoved with his fingers against my hot, ready ass cheeks for several moments. After he had pinched them for several seconds, Gill reached down and allowed his fingers to assert against my thighs. He moved his fingers swiftly and painfully, loving the pinching sensations that he employed. The harder that he pinched, the more agitated that my pussy became.
Soon my cunt became a burning cauldron of passion. When Gill finally released his fingers from my thighs, he reached out with his right hand and began to exercise his fingers against my twisting, hairy box.
Gill was shrewd enough to see just how hot I was for impassioned action. His fingers kept moving, twisting back and forth, asserting themselves with brisk anxiety against my cuntal hairs. Pretty soon he began working his fingers inside my hot, red gash.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum," I gulped.
"I know you are," he growled, "and just don't make any loud sounds. If you do, like I said, you'll get your features rearranged."
"I know, darling."
Yes, I said it! I actually called the rapist, the son-of-a-bitch, darling. And I wanted more and more of the same. I could hardly conceive of what was coming over me. All I knew was that the more brutally this bastard treated me, the better I seemed to like it and the more I seemed to crave it.
His fingers kept on moving stirringly, shoving ever deeper inside of my pink, moist slit.
At that moment the pussy deluge began. The juices shot from my vagina, after which he released his fingers from my furry nest.
Gill's next move was to grip my ass cheeks. The tighter that he held on to them, the bigger the smile became that flashed across his lips.
"You get set," he told me, "because I'm really gonna fuck your cunt."
CHAPTER TWO
My agitated body wiggled from side to side as Gill continued to hold on tightly to my ass cheeks.
While my vigorous tormentor kept gasping and sighing, he unleashed his long, sturdy prick, which he ever so eagerly wanted to insert inside of my twisting pussy.
My buttocks glided ever so willingly, and I would eagerly thrust my crotch up to meet his hard, spearing, slashing stabs.
"I'm hurting you," he gulped, "and I love every moment of it."
The harder that Gill hammered with his piston-like prick inside of my mound, the more determinedly that he pushed my body against the fenders of my Volkswagen. He kept on sliding his surging member inside of my willing snatch, and as he did, I would twist my body with accommodating sinuousness.
"Ahhh, what fucking," he chuckled. "This is a screw."
His jackhammer stabs continued for a few more strokes. Finally, as his body froze, Gill removed his fingers from my ass cheeks and grabbed hold of my hair. He pulled on my hair ever so tightly, then announced that he was juicing.
"Damned, ahhh, damned," he said. "What a stream. Ooooooh, there it goes."
I closed my eyes and gasped with joy as the hot droplets of his savory cream spilled from the end of his hard, torrid peter. It seemed as if the soaring juices would continue to shoot for the rest of the night. All the while his hard-charging body kept pushing and shoving relentlessly. Yes, Gill put everything he had into his wild fuck.
My cunt ached like hell as Gill removed his huge member from it. I had broken out in a cold sweat and was still trembling as I looked up at him.
Perhaps it was naive of me but I figured that one fuck would be enough for Gill. I guess I still didn't recognize the amount of tenacity that the brute possessed.
Without saying a damned word to me, he reached out with his right index finger, starting to probe with it inside my asshole.
"You've got a cute ass," he said. "You bitch, I'm gonna ram my finger into it."
As Gill kept on circulating his finger inside of my asshole, my whole body twisted methodically as I reacted to his grinding, stabbing efforts. The quicker that he fingered my anal passage, the deeper that he rammed his finger inside of my asshole. He really knew how to cut loose. As his finger kept on stabbing, I felt the waves of pain shooting through my body.
There I was, being defiled, being treated like a gutter slut. It should have bothered the hell out of me. In one sense I did feel humiliated, but there was another feeling that extended far beyond that of humiliation. The one overriding feeling that dominated me more than anything else was this unswerving passion that I had, this desire to receive more of the same kind of mistreatment from the daring brute who was doing all of this to me.
I would get alternating feelings. One moment I would think about how I would turn him in to the police and go after the son-of-a-bitch's scalp for having the nerve to do something like this to me, for having the colossal gall to humiliate me. But then he would shove his finger ever deeper and faster into my asshole, causing me to feel even greater waves of sensation, thrilling me with every touch. By then I would be his total captive, eager to please Gill in every conceivable way.
Forcefully Gill kept up his quick, throbbing finger stabs, imparting all kinds of pain into my asshole.
I don't know whether Gill knew it or not, or was able to tell, but I had never been ass fucked before. Probably he knew from the way that I would grimace every now and then from his sturdy finger fucking that I wasn't very used to getting it up the ass. I was tight between my buns, and that no doubt thrilled him all the more, making me that much more desirable prey.
When Gill finally withdrew his throbbing finger from my asshole, he reached out and made a grab for my thighs. He held onto them so tightly that I thought he was going to choke every bit of life out of them, and pretty soon he was throwing them over his shoulders. My whole body shook as Gill shoved his fiery, sturdy cock toward my twisting ass.
"I'm raping your asshole," he said enthusiastically. "Am I ever gonna shove my dick inside of your hot ass. Baby, what fucking I'm gonna give you."
Back and forth his penis began to thunder. It kept on twisting and grabbing, slamming ever harder and faster as Gill kept propelling it inside of my asshole.
He bloodied my asshole right off, and I felt an almost unbelievable amount of pain from all of the incessant, burning cock thrusts that he kept pushing my way. I even began to get dizzy from all of his quick, devastating strokes, but I wasn't about to do anything to discourage him. What the hell, I was being debased and loving every moment of it. Perhaps I was the kind of gal who wasn't meant to be treated like a lady, or better yet, who didn't really want to be treated like one.
Instead it looked like I was a born slut, the very thing that Gill had called me. I guess I was just the kind of girl who wanted to have her asshole raped out in a back alley by a horny, determined guy who wasn't about to take no for an answer and was willing to risk a long prison stretch just to prove a point and get his nervous rocks off.
The harder that his cock kept gliding, the greater the stings that he imparted into me with his long, racing tool.
"Damned, how tight," he sighed. "You've never had it this way, have you?"
"No, never."
"Are you ever gonna have a sore ass tomorrow," he laughed. "I'll bet it's plenty sore right now. Isn't that right bitch?"
"Yes, very sore."
"Of course it is. Well, I'm gonna make it sorer. I'm gonna treat you just like you deserve to be treated. You lousy little whore. You two-bit broad. Telling me no. Telling me I can't fuck you. I take what I want and I want you right now."
The harder that his penis hammered into my asshole, the tighter that he squeezed at my ass cheeks. A few quick, twisting peter stabs later, I could feel the first few droplets of his burning semen beginning to shoot from the end of his torrid dong.
"Ohhh, what a fucker," he laughed. "I'm a fucker. Damned, ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm shooting my rocks. It's so beautiful. Damned, what a fuck. Ooooooh, bitch, come on, keep twisting your ass cheeks. That's what I love. Ooooooh, do I like this fuck. What a nice screw. Ohhhhh, is this a screw. A glorious screw. A beautiful fuck."
He delivered his remaining supply of peter fluid, after which he released his cock from my asshole.
As Gill removed his fingers from my ass cheeks, I dropped down with a thud, my bare ass landing on the cold pavement. I looked up at Gill. My vision was a little blurry. He had shaken me up so much that I was left in a dizzy state.
"Good night, bitch," he whispered laughingly, disappearing a few moments later as he trotted away.
It wasn't until I picked my sore, bedraggled, half-naked body up from the pavement that I recognized the full measure of just what he had done. In one short session Gill had taken liberties with my body that my ex-husband never had, or perhaps never would have dreamed of taking. Like fucking my asshole. Like grabbing hold of my ass cheeks and clutching them so tightly that even now they hurt.
Ever so speedily, I slipped on my panties, then put on my skirt.
For several moments I deliberated over what I should do. Should I call the police? No, I was afraid to do it. For one thing, there was still this begrudging admiration for Gill. It had taken a lot of nerve to do what he did, and he'd pulled it off successfully. On top of that, he had made me orgasm. Gill had provided me with so much excitement that I could hardly wait to shoot my pussy juices.
That night in bed I tossed and turned. Naturally Gill was still on my mind. Not only Gill, but my reaction to Gill.
Was I going crazy or something? I kept asking myself as I nervously tossed and turned. After all, this man had done just about everything to me. He had treated me like a real whore and I had come to love it.
After twisting and turning in bed for a few minutes more, I could see Gill's hard, determined cock in front of me. He was wielding it with savage lightning, driving it like a solid dagger inside of my asshole.
All of a sudden I started to instinctively twist and turn with my body, raising my crotch and allowing myself to become as erotic a target as possible. While all that was happening, I instinctively lowered my panties, reaching down with my left hand and letting my fingers dip down into my vagina.
My fingers at first busily worked their way around my pubic hairs. Soon I shoved them deep in side my hot snatch, allowing them to vigorously slide and twist as they kept on moving, throbbing ever so nicely against my pussy.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me, Gill," I called out into the dark night air in the privacy of my own bedroom. "Baby, fuck my ass. Yes, I'm with you. Ohhh, I'm completely with you."
My ass cheeks kept bouncing back and forth on the bed. I heaved loud sighs as my fingers moved ever so deeply and spiritedly inside of my vagina.
"I've got to juice, Gill baby," I sighed. "Yes, what a cock you've got. You're really fucking my ass."
I closed my eyes and once more envisioned Gill's hard, probing phallus as it kept on pounding relentlessly inside of my ass hole. A few burning finger strokes later, the juices shot from my snatch.
"What a fuck," I gulped. "Ohhh, ahhh, what a fuck."
When I removed my fingers from my pussy, I lay there ever so still. Once again I began wondering if my mind was affected or something. This man, even in his absence, was having a significant impression on me.
Of all the men I'd met in my life up to that point, Gill had to be the cruelest. Surely I had never encountered a man who had put me through what Gill had that evening, and in such a short time. But the more that I thought about him, the greater the recognition became that I wanted him again. As weird as that seemed, I really did.
The one thing that saddened me at that moment was the knowledge that Gill would probably never venture in the area of the book store again. After all, he wouldn't want to risk going to jail a second time. Particularly inasmuch as he had already managed to succeed with me.
CHAPTER THREE
When I went to work the next day, I still had mixed feelings about what had happened to me the day before.
That morning when there was nobody in the store and I had plenty of time to think, I actually considered once again maybe filing a police report against Gill. He even had told me his name. I wondered if the name was a phony, or whether he had actually had the nerve to give it to me. Then again, he'd told me his name prior to the time he'd actually raped me. Maybe it hadn't even been in his mind then.
The more I thought about it, though, the more ludicrous I realized it would be if I did actually give such a report. Just how often do you hear about a girl not reporting a rape until so much time has passed? Of course, I guess I could have explained that away by saying that I was embarrassed and nervous about the whole thing.
The underlying reason in the final analysis, though, why I wasn't about to say anything was that I had actually enjoyed it. That bothered me, thinking that a man who had raped me and had been very cruel had turned me on in ways that my ex-husband had never been able to do.
Early that afternoon my boss Jerry appeared.
"So how are you getting along?" he asked with a smile.
"I'm doing just fine."
"I just wanted to see how you could handle it. All right, I guess you're doing well enough. You can stay on if you like."
"I'd like that just fine," I told him smilingly.
"Good luck," he grinned.
Jerry walked out of the store. It made me feel good to know that I had a vote of confidence from him and that I was on the job to stay, or at least for the time being.
About four o'clock something happened that thoroughly jolted me. At first when he walked into the store I thought there had to be a mistake. Either he was standing so far away that I couldn't get a proper look at him, or else I was seeing things. The closer that he came, however, the more unmistakable the impression also became. Yes, it was definitely him.
Gill had shown up! I'd seen guys with balls, but this one really took the cake. To think that this man who had raped me in the dark in the parking lot in a deserted back alley last night actually had the nerve to show up the next day.
"Hello, sweetheart," he looked at me and grinned. "You loved what I did to you last night. You can't tell me you didn't."
"I don't believe you're for real," I shook my head.
"To tell you the truth, I don't either," he burst into loud laughter. "Maybe I'm not for real. I'm a wild, ball-busting sex machine."
Several customers had left just a few minutes earlier, and now there I was alone, standing there with Gill.
"I'll tell you what you're gonna do," he looked at me solemnly. "You're gonna lock the door and we're gonna have ourselves a fantastic fuck in that back room."
"You're the most brazen son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen." I shook my head, barely able to believe just how nervy he was.
"That might well be, but you're gonna do it all the same."
The next thing I knew, Gill was stepping around behind the counter. He grabbed me by the arm and actually pulled me out from behind the counter and toward the door.
"Some one will see us," I gulped.
"Who the hell cares."
"Okay, okay, let me go and I'll close the door," I told him.
It wasn't until I had provided Gill with such an assurance that he turned loose of my arm. As he did, I walked over toward the door, hanging out a sign which indicated I would be back in a few minutes.
"They'll just think it's your afternoon coffee break," Gill quipped laughingly. "Of course, both of us know better. It's gonna be your afternoon fuck break."
We walked into the back room. Gill slammed the door shut, then immediately began to pant ever so rapidly.
As Gill reached down and unzipped his trousers, I watched with great interest the appearance of his hard, smooth member, over which he let his fingers slide up and down.
"Just look at my dick," he sighed. "I've got a nice hard rod. A beautiful pecker. You love that pecker. As a matter-of-fact, you're gonna suck it."
Gill wasn't one to mince any words or in any way equivocate in his actions. He moved forward and jerked his fingers stop my head. Gill held on tightly to my head, exercising so much pressure that he almost gave me a headache.
"Drop down to your knees," he growled. "You're gonna start sucking my balls."
My legs immediately turned to rubber and the rest of me turned to jelly. Promptly I dropped down to my knees, then reached out with both hands and began to run my fingers searchingly against his warm, inspired testicles.
The longer that my fingers caromed against his stimulated scrotum, the harder he pressed his fingers against my head. Gill wanted to make certain that he was completely dominating me. The harder that he pressed and gripped with his fingers, the more eager he also became for the action of cock sucking.
"Start sucking my balls," he commanded.
To make his point even more appropriately felt, Gill started to pull at my hair. The mad rapist grabbed my hair at the roots, tugging ever so sharply as I slid my tongue downward toward his hot balls.
Even though he was hurting me, providing me with a great deal of pain, there was no way that I was going to rebel. It wasn't just that I thought I'd get beat up if I did. No, it was more than that. I had to admit that I really enjoyed what was happening.
"Come on, suck my balls," he said, his impatience constantly mounting. "Suck my testicles. Honey, really suck them."
He watched as my tongue went to work, driving dramatically back and forth as it beat against his hot balls.
The torrid action continued in a rapid fashion. My tongue kept on working with unswerving passion, driving with a sense of desperation against his balls, eager to suck out every droplet of his savory white cum.
No, my ex-husband had never had his cock sucked by me. Actually the poor guy would have probably been even afraid to ask for a blow job. Little did I realize until this moment in time just how pent-up my apparent frustrations were to go down on a man's dick. Of course, I was in the presence of a seething animal, a sexist who was not about to take no for an answer.
"Play with my cock," he exclaimed. "Come on, run your fingers over it. Let your fingers slide over my dick. I expect the best from you, sweetheart." While my fingers glided over the smooth tip of his hard, erect member, my tongue kept on twisting and sliding against his balls. The faster that my tongue went to work, the more eagerly I started to anticipate the point when I would begin to suck his long, energetic pole.
"You can start sucking my cock now," Gill gulped. "I'm close to juicing."
I quickly switched the action to the tip of his enormous instrument. I moved my tongue back and forth against it, letting it plunge resoundingly and eagerly.
"Go get me," he gulped. "Come on, I'm gonna spray it into your mouth."
My tongue kept on connecting with the tip of his dick. I sustained my rapid-fire movements for a few more strokes, then began to concentrate on the full length of his extended digit.
"Damned, you're getting me so close," he said.
"You're a pretty good cock sucker when you want to be. Go after all the juices. They're gonna be spraying out of my dick. Come on, really swallow."
A few quick strokes later, the spraying drops of his hot, juicy cream began to spill from the stem of his enormous organ.
"This is what I was waiting for," he gulped. "Oooooooh, what a cock sucker. Ooooooh, suck, cock, come on, you dirty cock sucker, suck it, come on, you slimy little bitch, eat it. Come on, go after the hot stuff, oooohhh, aaahhh, ooohhh, can you suck."
As his body bounced up and down and he heaved one last gasp, I did my best to corral every droplet of his hot, jutting load. Back and forth my tongue kept on moving with piston-like determination as I caught the loose droplets of thick cream that burst ever so flowingly from the end of his steaming stick.
When I finished removing my tongue from his steaming digit, he reached out and grabbed at my arms. He jerked me down ever so quickly, throwing my body to the floor.
"Ohhh, why did you do that?" I gulped with complete surprise.
"Quiet down," he said. "I'm gonna give you another lesson in screwing."
Before I knew what hit me, he threw himself down on the floor. He landed on his knees, thrusting his long, surging peter forward.
"I'm gonna push my dick inside of your mouth," he gulped. "I'm gonna shove it inside of you. Ahhh, am I gonna ever stroke. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."
His hard, burning organ kept on shoving, pumping and pushing as he moved it dramatically inside of my mouth.
While his body jerked from side to side with vigorous anxiety, he kept on controlling his instrument. He glided it sharply, concentrating in the beginning on the outer edges of my mouth.
All the while I knew that he was going to throat fuck me. I could see what was coming. His cock was so hard and eager that I wondered if I'd even be able to breathe when he slammed it all the way to the base of my throat.
A few quick, jolting strokes later, Gill had slammed his peter as deeply as he knew how inside of my mouth. With propulsive energy he kept thrusting it, driving it solidly inside of my mouth, slamming it hard and fast as he moved himself ever nearer to the state of a glorious, anxiety-filled orgasm.
I kept hearing the snorting sounds of a hot, panting man who continued to forcefully slam his peter inside of me. The harder that he asserted himself with his long, flaming pole, the deeper that he shoved it inside of my mouth.
"Ahhh, you really are some kind of beautiful bitch," he said.
It hurt like hell to feel his long, hard, stinging pole continuing to slam against the base of my throat. All the while, though, I respected and admired him for what he was doing.
As weird as it seemed to me at the time, I actually had a love for this mad, obnoxious character who not once but twice was forcing himself on me to attain his sexual desires.
A few sweeping, twisting cock strokes later, the droplets of thick white goo began to descend spiritedly from the end of his prick.
"Ahhh, I'm off," he exclaimed. "Honey, ohhh, I really am juicing. Damned, what a fuck. Ahhh, I'm really shooting."
For a moment I thought that I was going to choke on all of his spewing cock juice, but I managed to corral every droplet of his load. By the time that he removed his prick from my mouth, I was in something of a daze.
It took a few seconds before I realized just where I was and what I had to do. My break time was over. I just had to get back to work.
"If you'll excuse me, I've got to concentrate once more on business," I told him.
"It seems to me you've done a beautiful job of that," Gill said. "You know, you've turned me on enough to where I think I'm gonna buy me a couple of those sexy magazines."
"That's fine. I never realized I'd have to go through anything like this to make a sale."
"You loved every bit of it. You loved it last night, too. If I hadn't been convinced you did, I wouldn't have come back today,"
"You took quite a gamble. You didn't know what I might have done."
"Yes, I did," Gill smiled.
"You really are confident."
"Of course. I have a right to be. I'm one hell of a wild stick artist."
Just as he had promised, Gill bought a couple of magazines. After that he left the store.
"Be seeing you," he smiled.
Just about the time that Tom was set to come in to relieve me, a young guy showed up. He was slim and wore a mustache and beard.
He bought three paperback books. As I was placing them in a sack, he leaned over and put his right hand on top of my left hand.
"How about coming to my apartment and reading one of these books to me," he grinned.
"Don't you know how to read?"
"I sure do, but I like it better when a good-looking broad is doing the reading. That way I can concentrate both my hands on jerking off."
"You like to jerk off before women?"
"Just as a prelude," he assured me. "I've got a hell of a lot more in mind as well. I don't see any reason to talk about them here, though. That can all be covered in due course."
It just dawned on me suddenly that I hadn't even asked the young man to remove his hand from mine. That must have meant one thing. I was starting to enjoy my work in ways that I never would have dreamed imaginable. For one thing, I was getting accustomed to having men dominate me.
"You get off at six," he said. "I know you do."
"How do you know?"
"Tom starts work at six. I've come into this place enough times to know just what the schedule's like. So don't bullshit me, honey. Let's just go to my apartment and have a fuck."
At that point, as a means of enforcing his stand, the young man gripped my hand more firmly than before. About the time that I felt the jutting sparks of pain, I began to feel a little differently about the whole thing. By then I was feeling strong attraction for this gutsy young son-of-a-bitch who was showing the same type of balls as Gill had.
"We'll leave at six," he said.
"All right, you can turn loose now," I winked.
I finished putting his books in a sack, after which he turned and walked out of the store.
"Just see that nobody else picks you up in the meantime," he said.
"Don't worry."
CHAPTER FOUR
I could hardly wait for Tom to arrive to relieve me.
About five minutes after Tom took over, when I was beginning to become concerned as to whether my date would show up, Paul arrived.
"Let's go," he said. "I've got an apartment within walking distance of here."
Paul lived in a small apartment. It was really all he needed to do his painting. He proudly showed me some of his nude sketches of beautiful women.
"I fucked every last one of them," he grinned. "I did exactly to them what I did with you. I just told them I was gonna fuck them and that was all there was to it."
"You're a pretty good painter."
"Take off your clothes. I want to sketch you in the nude."
Paul poured a glass of wine for me and one for himself.
"What's your name anyway?" he asked.
"Does it really make any difference?"
"No, not a damned bit. Just be nice to know."
"Cathy Bond."
"Cathy, you look like one hell of a good fuck."
I wiggled out of my dress, then removed my panties and bra. There was a bear skin rug in Paul's dimly lit living room.
"Just lie on the rug," he said. "I'll paint you in no time."
I couldn't help but be astounded at just how quickly he did manage to do a sketch of me. Not only that, but it was a damned good one. He brought out every curvaceous line in my highly voluptuous figure.
"Very good," I complimented him.
"I want to get my clothes off right now," he said.
Paul walked over toward the fireplace. He got it started, adding a little additional romance to the entire atmosphere of what I was certain was destined to become a highly eventful evening.
Pretty soon Paul had finished removing his clothes. As soon as he danced out of his shorts, he walked over toward me and began jerking off. Almost as an afterthought, he turned around and picked up one of the books he had purchased from me at the store. Paul took the book over to me, handing it to me.
"Come on, read some beautiful passages," he grinned.
As I lay sprawled out there on the bearskin rug, looming very appetizingly, I began reading from the book.
"'He took his penis and shoved it ever so quickly, inserting it into his lover's tight cuntal passage,' " I began.
"Very good," he chuckled. "You're not gonna have to read for long."
The longer that I did read, though, the faster that Paul's fingers flew as he manipulated them sharply and confidently along the base of her fervent cock.
When Paul removed his fingers from his flaming peter a few seconds later, he got ready to launch into some immediate sex.
Once that Paul removed his fingers from his hard dick, he let his body drop down toward the bearskin rug. His fingers moved with flashy speed as he let them caress his hard, flaming pecker.
When Paul released his fingers from his lengthy dong, he was ready to launch into some sucking. His first move was to reach out and grab at my breasts.
"What nice knobs," he said. "They look downright juicy."
When I saw the swift manner in which Paul was licking his lips, I became convinced that he was about to give me a good suck. The horny artist fondled my breasts for a few strokes, then released his fingers from them.
With superb vigor and grace, Paul let his tongue commence to slide against my left tit. He scraped his tongue against my smooth breast for several strokes, after which he then switched the action over to my other tit, repeating the same rapid-fire tongue thrusts.
"You're great with your tongue," I gulped.
Paul was not about to slow down. Not when he was that extra eager for sexual stimulation. When he removed his tongue from my breasts, he dropped it immediately downward toward my pussy. He stopped and slid his tongue for a few strokes against my stomach, then brought it down even further toward my cunt.
"I'm gonna eat your pussy," he told me.
Paul's fingers began to fly against my furry snatch. With great assertiveness and self-confidence, he moved his smooth fingers against my squishy, wet fur patch.
When Paul withdrew his fingers from my cunt, he decided it was time to launch into the sucking. So he let his tongue drop down between my legs.
Ever so sweepingly, Paul went to work, driving his tongue with fiery dedication against my aroused cunt.
"Ahhh, you're really doing it," I sighed. "What a cunt licker."
While Paul's tongue kept on burying itself ever deeper inside of my twat, he reached down and grabbed at my thighs. His fingers worked with great vigor against my trim legs. While he kept on moving his fingers briskly against my legs, his tongue kept on plunging, probing ever so sharply and deeply as he moved it with rapid-fire desire against my mound.
I couldn't tolerate that kind of pace for very long without having to deposit my juices inside of my lover's mouth. As I raised my hot crotch upward, enjoying every salacious tongue stab that he sent my way, the juice deluge finally hit.
All my splattering pussy goo splashed inside his mouth and all the while I watched it spray against his chest. That really turned me on. It was a wild cum, just the kind that made me want to receive even more in the way of action from my vigorous pursuer.
Thoroughly turned on by everything that was happening, Paul quickly released his tongue from my snatch. By then he was ready for even more intimate contact.
Paul's probing fingers reached out and grabbed my thighs. He let his fingers twist and turn against my legs. Paul held on sharply and tightly, and as he pried my legs apart, his eyes flashed with great determination as he looked at my juicy cunt.
The young artist's flaming pole pushed forward. With prodigious stab he was inside of me, driving his searing member into my cauldron of hot flesh, my vigorous snatch, the hot twat that wanted to be dominated by the commanding presence of Paul.
He huffed and puffed with ever-mounting vigor, his hard, energetic penis continuing to stab and glide as he worked it ever so deeply inside of my goo patch.
"You damned cunt," he laughed loudly. "I'm gonna show you who's boss. I'm gonna show you a fuck. I'm taking charge."
While his hips kept on flaring, Paul's piston-like peter continued to stab and jolt me with each and every determined try. While his fiery spear kept on slamming inside of my cunt, he slapped ever so hard at my ass cheeks. His fingers held on tightly to my hot buns as he kept on ramming hard, slamming his savory tool ever deeper inside my tight, inviting nest.
A few quick, driving strokes later, I felt the drops of his thick cream beginning to shoot from the end of his organ.
At that very same moment, I realized that I also had to juice. My legs kicked out ever so uninhibitedly as I heaved a deep gasp, my inviting gash alive with ecstasy and joy as the result of the mutual orgasm that we experienced.
When he removed his cock from my mound, my aggressive lover reached out and grabbed at my buttocks. Holding on ever so tightly to my ass cheeks, he was ready to fuck me again.
"This time I'm dominating your asshole," he gulped. "Here we go. Damned, you can really take it. I like that in a woman. It makes me more eager to dish it out."
Flipping my legs over his shoulders with characteristic ease, Paul held on tightly to my thighs as he mounted another cock assault, this time directing his efforts toward my asshole.
With a heave and a gasp, Paul went to work with his thick, hard cock. My lover kept tearing away with his sharp sheath, letting it slam ever so restlessly as it kept on working and sliding its way inside of my asshole.
As for me, once again I could feel humiliation. Here was a man who had bullied me to go to his apartment. Now he was ramming his dick into the hilt, slamming it as high as he could into my rectal passage, injuring me some more. After all, I hadn't had sufficient time to let my ass wounds to heal from the night before.
But through it all I began to once more love it. The more that I was defiled and bruised, the more I yearned for the same kind of action. My delectable ass cheeks kept flouncing vigorously, moving from side to side as my lover kept up his quick, assertive strokes.
"Keep it up, keep fucking me," I gulped. "Baby, you really are an ass fucker. I just love the way you're screwing me. Come on, keep it up, baby. You're dominating me. Damned, ohhh, are you giving me a sore ass."
"That's good," he chuckled. "You deserve a sore ass, sweetheart. I'm gonna make it even sorer. I'm gonna keep pushing my dick into you. Ahhh, do I like it. Do I ever love stroking your asshole."
The closer that he moved, the more confident that his manner became. Paul reached out and began slapping at my ass cheeks.
If there was one thing that I needed to make the domination complete, it was to be spanked while my lover was piercingly entering me with rapid-fire consistency, using his cock as a steaming ramrod inside of my tight anal passage.
While my buttocks wiggled, they kept on catching hell, receiving stinging slaps from Paul as his rapid-fire dong kept blasting away, slamming sharply inside of my anus.
"Come on, fuck it," I gulped. "Baby, ohhh, I'm juicing again."
About the time I was ready to juice, Paul removed his fingers from my ass cheeks. He toyed with my pussy, smiling as he triggered me off.
While I swooned and gasped, Paul pushed that much closer. A few hammering thrusts later, the steaming droplets of his penis spray began to shoot from the end of his hard, fiery, ever-so-erect spear.
"Damned, I'm there again," Paul laughed. "You're a real fuck, honey. What a nice ass. You're so tight. Damn tight. I love it, ahhh, I love it."
When Paul removed his cock from my asshole, I suddenly began to notice the look of contentment on his face. The guy had dominated me in every conceivable way, and he felt good about the whole thing. The juices had shot from his scorching balls so now he could look at life with a little more relaxed detachment.
Paul walked over toward a nearby table. He reached over and picked up the sketch he had drawn of me, walking back toward me and placing it in my hands.
"My gift to you," he said. "That's for giving me a great fuck."
CHAPTER FIVE
After I had been working faithfully on the job for a little better than one week, Jerry showed up one afternoon just before I was about ready to be replaced by Tom.
He had a festive smile on his face, and as soon as Tom relieved me, he called me into the office. Under those circumstances I normally would have been worried, but since he was smiling so much, I figured that he had good news rather than bad.
As soon as we got in the office, he sprawled out in his swivel chair and threw his feet up over the desk. He reached into his coat pocket, removing a flask. Opening up the flask, he took a sip from it.
"I feel like celebrating?" Jerry said.
"What is it you're celebrating?" I asked.
"The job you're doing here," he said.
"All I know is that I'm waiting on customers," I shrugged.
"Come on now. It's your overall attitude. A lot of those pricks that I hired to work during the day just sat on their damned asses and didn't do a thing to stimulate sales. But here you are, a gorgeous girl to look at to begin with. I guess word circulated around about that. So more people are coming in, and you're doing your damndest to please them. When I have been examining the take for the past week compared to the weeks before that, I can see you've done a hell of a job. You deserve to celebrate a little, too. Here, honey."
Even though I'm a very light drinker, and when I do drink I don't generally have straight bourbon, I still accepted his flask once he offered it to me. I could see just how much it meant to Jerry for me to join him.
Jerry took several long swigs from the flask, and I took some shorter ones. By the time he finished up the liquor, slipping the empty flask back into his coat pocket, Jerry was ready for something else.
"There's a nice restaurant I like to go to in Chinatown," he told me. "Serve damn good Chinese food there. I love their chop suey. So what do you say?"
"Thank you. I'd like that."
Jerry's grey Cadillac Coupe de Ville was parked in the parking lot behind the store. We waved good night to Tom, then left. As we drove over toward Chinatown, I began to wonder if Jerry was planning on making a romantic move toward me, or whether maybe he was just going to buy me dinner and appreciated what I was doing for him as his salesgirl.
Based on what happened during the dinner, though, there couldn't have been any doubt as to what he was thinking. Occasionally he would reach underneath the table, his alert right hand gripping at my thigh. He would squeeze it ever so firmly, then remove it.
"You're some kind of gorgeous chick," he would whisper. "No wonder the sales have been so great."
During dinner we kept consuming wine, which Jerry ordered. The more wine that Jerry drank, the more reckless that his whole attitude became. You could see his inhibitions vanishing with each and every swig that he would take.
When we left the restaurant it was already closing time. I was a little on the tipsy side myself, although nowhere as near as bad as Jerry. As a matter-of-fact, I was beginning to worry over whether he'd be able to drive me back to my apartment without any difficulty.
The moment that we got back to Jerry's car, which was parked in an isolated corner of an otherwise empty parking lot several doors removed from the restaurant where we'd eaten, he was all hands.
I wondered the time that he had parked in the spot that he did just why he had picked it, since he could have parked in the restaurant lot. Now all of a sudden it made perfect sense to me. Jerry had figured on being as hot as hell after leaving the restaurant, and from the hell-fire expression in his smoldering eyes it was obvious that he just couldn't wait.
Jerry pushed a button, sliding the front seat back that much farther, giving himself plenty of latitude. My panting boss reached out and immediately started to unbutton my dress. His anxiety was so great that his fingers trembled more than I know he would have liked them to, but he wasn't about to let a little thing like that stand in his way. Hell, no, not when he was that hot to trot.
Pretty soon Jerry's flicking wrists began to twist as he threw my dress over my shoulders. My whole body instinctively wiggled as I sought to make the process as easy as possible for him.
"I'm taking everything off of you," he gulped. "I want you naked, honey, so I can do my thing. I'm gonna really give you a wild screw. Something that you're gonna love every bit as much as I am."
His fingers finished the job as far as my dress was concerned. His panting became even heavier and more noticeable as he looked at me in my panties and bra. Even though it was plenty dark in the car ands we were far removed from any street light, he could still see well enough to observe every sinuous line in my beautiful form.
As for me, my own body was twitching a little as well as I anticipated sex with Jerry. He might not have been the best-looking guy in the world, but he had a certain dashing intensity about him, along with an air of masculine confidence that I really liked.
"I can take care of you," he told me, giving me every indication that he could.
Jerry reached out with his still-twitching fingers, grabbing hold of my bra straps. My aggressive boss undid the straps, then ever so casually tossed my bra aside.
"Damned beautiful nobs," he told me.
I stretched out and watched with great joy as he reached out with his fingers, allowing them to manipulate against my warm, curvaceous flesh. He kept on grabbing at my tits with his fingers, holding on tightly as his fingers moved with stirring passion.
"Keep grinding your fingers," I encouraged. "I really like that."
A few strokes later, Jerry removed his fingers from my warm, excited tits. As he moved his fingers downward, he reached out and grabbed at the crotch band of my panties. I could tell by the big smile sweeping across his face just how much he loved touching my panties.
"I'm getting these off fast," he chuckled. "I want you completely naked. That way I can do whatever I want."
His breathing became even heavier as Jerry's trembling fingers worked against my silky panties, which he began to tug on. Ever so briskly, Jerry moved the panties down my legs. When he removed them, he became immediately infatuated with my pussy. Jerry's warm, inspired fingers reached out and began to slide against my snatch hairs. They kept moving, assertively maneuvering for several strokes, after which he then began to glide them inside of my vagina.
My whole body began to squirm as I lay there in the front seat of his Cadillac. The harder that I gasped, the quicker that his fingers went to work inside of my aroused pussy.
"Ohhh, you know how to please a girl," I gasped. "Darling, I love it."
Even though I guess I should have been ashamed of myself, I was enjoying every bit of it. Here was a man who was taking such liberties that he thought nothing of fucking me in the front seat of his Cadillac automobile. But there I was, responding to his every touch.
Every now and then I would get to thinking about the way that he was treating me. It bothered me in a way because I couldn't help in a sense thinking myself as cheap. But it didn't bother me for long. Guilt or no guilt, I recognized that what I really wanted out of life was a good stiff prick, and as long as I was in the presence of a take-charge guy who was willing to go all the way to provide me with the ultimate in sexual satisfaction, that was all that I really cared about.
Jerry's fingers worked their way ever deeper inside of my soggy fur patch. I kept listening to the squishing sounds of his fingers authoritatively gliding against my snatch. The faster that he worked them inside the lining of my pink, wet, inviting slit, the closer that he drew me toward an orgasm.
"I'm so close to exploding," I gulped. "Darling, you're really working your fingers. Jerry, you know where it's at, you've really got style."
Jerry removed his fingers suddenly from my pussy. As a means of showing me just how much he was dominating me, he reached out with both hands, gripping at my ass cheeks. Holding on with great tightness and desire, he clutched sharply as he got set to push his tongue inside of my inviting twat.
I wanted to do anything and everything to encourage Jerry in his pursuits. My crotch was overactive with excitement as my hips kept gliding, throbbing as they worked from side to side. Every now and then I would push my body forward, heaving deep sighs as I did.
"Come on, suck me," I gulped. "Darling, you can work your tongue any time you please."
Before Jerry actually got into sucking, he reached out and started to spank at my ass cheeks. His hands spanked me several times, then he reached out and grabbed at my ass cheeks. His fingers worked tightly against my firm flesh, and as he kept holding on, Jerry contemplated moving forward. Pretty soon he pushed his darting tongue inside of my burning pit, my warm, wet, fleshy pussy which was just about ready to ignite. The passion juices were stored up and ready to spray inside of his hot, waiting mouth.
When Jerry went to work with his tongue, he put everything into every quick, savory stab. I liked the way that he kept on grinding with his wet tongue, pushing it against my clitoris every now and then, which caused my body to wiggle even more rapidly as I pantingly lay stretched out in the front seat of Jerry's Cadillac.
Jerry spanked my hot buttocks every now and then while his tongue kept on grinding, submerging itself inside of my moist shrubbery.
A few burning stabs later inside of my moist pit, I could take it no longer. My wiggling body kept on manipulating as Jerry's tongue worked with torpedo-like desire inside of my mound. Several quick thrusts later, I was off. The juices bolted from my snatch and into his mouth.
It proved to be quite a load. So much so that some of my passionate droplets splashed against Jerry's face. That caused him to smile even wider than he had been up to that point.
Jerry withdrew his tongue from my snatch. That was when he reached down with his right hand and assertively unzipped his trousers.
He reached inside of his fly, pulling out his overanxious dick.
"Just look at the size of this," he smiled.
"Honey, I know you want me," I exclaimed.
"Damned right. I take what I want. Particularly when a chick's working for me."
"I'm yours."
That was something I didn't even need to tell Jerry. He knew it. Not only that, but he was letting me know through his every glance, through his every gesture, and through his every forceful act.
CHAPTER SIX
Jerry's fingers went through a steady procession of gyrations as he first reached out and gripped at my buttocks. He pinched and stabbed with his fingers, hurting me, but certainly not to the point where I was gonna complain. Not when this manly boss of mine was giving me that much in the way of blissful stimulation.
He removed his fingers suddenly from my ass cheeks, then reached down and started to glide his fingers against my thighs. Up and down his fingers pumped, sliding with assertive passion as they worked against my thighs. The ever-dynamic Jerry finally wound up manipulating his fingers against my ankles.
After Jerry's stimulating finger massage, my whole body was so charged up with passion that I knew I had to be fucked. Not only that, but it was a question of urgency, something that had to be taken care of right then and there. His stiff pecker was perfectly capable of doing the job and it was just a question of when he would choose to plunge it inside of my ever receptive, always moist and waiting pussy.
Jerry grunted hard, then slid his long, dynamic dagger forward.
"I'm gonna shoot it off," he said. "Right inside your snatch. And you're not gonna do anything about it but lie back and wait. That and I expect your hips to move, baby. I want our beautiful backfield to stay in motion."
"Like this?"
Ever eager to please my aggressive lover, I flipped by buttocks around, ever so passionately working my hot globes of flesh in the direction of his cock, which stood poised and ready just a scant few inches away from my beautiful cunt.
"That's what I want, and that's what I expect," Jerry said. "Better yet, that's what I demand."
His burning fingers kept on twisting and thrusting against my flailing ass cheeks while Jerry made his first move. His dashing dick pushed forward, forcing and forging its way inside of my always tight nest.
All of a sudden the guilt started to hit me once more. Perhaps it had something to do with the pain that he was instilling within my body through his hard-charging penis stabs. I don't know, that might have had something to do with it, but I was feeling guilty. Here I had always been a very restrained girl, one who had married such a proper young gentleman. Now all of a sudden I felt nothing but contempt for my first husband for being such a gentleman. Here I was in the presence of a man who was treating me crudely, slapping at my thighs, pinching at my ass cheeks while his cock kept grinding ever more solidly inside of my receptive slit.
His hard-charging phallus continued to ignite with assertive force as Jerry plunged it ever deeper inside of my nest. The faster that his blazing cock shoved inside of my snatch, the more pain that I felt. But I didn't mind it, not when I was being totally and forcefully dominated as I was by Jerry.
"You're a tight grind," he gulped. "Ahhh, I'm gonna explode. I can't take it very long. Not when I'm fucking such a beautiful cunt."
I knew he liked the tightness of my organ from the way that he kept on manipulating his body, grinding his hips, threshing wildly as he plunged and pushed that much deeper inside of my hot hole.
A few quick, convincing cock assaults later, the steaming droplets of his phallic spray started to shoot.
My alert eyes kept on watching, enjoying the action as the burning juices shot with great vigor from the end of his long, dangling dick and into my snatch.
"Ohhh, what a cum, oooooh, what a juice stream," Jerry smiled proudly. "Baby, ooooooh, keep flipping your butt. Yeah, ohhh, it gives me even more sensation. Baby, baby, baby, oooooh, ahhhhh, I love it, ahhhh, I like it. Yes, this is a fuck. Baby doll, ohhh, ahhh, this is terrific."
His hips finally came to a halt and Jerry removed his still-hard, steely and determined, dagger-like dick from my pussy. He looked down at his cock, smiling with a steadfast determination.
"Now I'm gonna give you a nice surprise," he said.
"You kind of expected that, but you're sure as hell not expecting this."
Without saying another word, Jerry took charge of me all over again. He reached out and pulled at my hair a few times, then grabbed at my ears. I thought for a second he was going to pull my ears off, but he finally released his grip.
Just when Jerry was releasing his fingers from my ears, I looked up and observed his eternally bulging prick shoving toward my mouth.
"I'm gonna rape your hot mouth," he said excitedly. "You weren't expecting this at all. Maybe you'll even hate it. I don't give a fuck if you do. All I know is that I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you royally. I'm gonna keep my cock slashing inside of your mouth. I'm gonna keep fucking it until all of the juices have shot out of my bolting pecker." Judging by the way that Jerry said it, I could tell just how eager he was to see to it that he did things strictly his own way. Jerry was all man. I loved every rippling, sinewy muscle of his sweaty body as he manipulated his hard, stiff joint inside of my mouth.
Hell, I couldn't even breathe, but I didn't mind it. Sure, I was Jerry's dirty cunt. I would have been his female laundry bag for all I cared, just as long as he was going to unload his blazing masculine semen inside of me.
Right then Jerry was pushing ever closer to the point where he would explode his drops of savory white cream from the end of his burning prick and into my mouth. His nervous fingers moved up and down my back as he kept on plunging with his fiery phallus, working himself ever nearer to the state of a glorious orgasm.
I heard his seething, snorting sounds as he practically levelled me with his dick. I thought my head was going to fall off as a result of the stinging force that he applied as he worked his piston-like dagger all the way to the base of my throat, continuing to grind and stab as he worked his cock into the innermost depths of my inner being.
"Ahhh, what a cunt," he laughed. "Maybe you work for me, but you're really my cunt. That's what you are, I'm taking what's mine. I want you, ohhh, and I'm gonna have you. I'm gonna keep pushing my prick in you. I'm gonna push it until I don't feel like pushing it anymore."
Sometimes I felt like I was going to collapse under the intense pressure of it all. Jerry managed to sustain his dramatic pace for several more moments, his breath seething and gasping as he drove his fiery stick inside of my mouth, whipping it with superb devastation as he shoved himself that much closer to the precipice of a wild and juicy climax.
A few burning dick thrusts later, the juices were set to spray forth from the end of his turgid spear.
As the thick white stream of his glorious cum commenced to spray from his dagger-like pole, I knew that I really had a man inside of my mouth. As a matter-of-fact, I wondered if I would survive his spray. It was just as if the entire Mississippi River was unloading within the confines of my mouth as he kept on spurting, letting his semen blast into my mouth as I gobbled with everything that I had.
"You're gonna swallow every drop of the stuff," he told me. "Come on, stay with it. Yeah, that's what I expect. Dedication. Ahhh, go ahead, really swallow it. This is a fuck. Damned, this is a fuck."
He removed his cock from my mouth. It was obvious that he was thinking about more sex because of the way that he reached out and tugged at his steely pole a few times.
"Come on, pump me up some more," he said enthusiastically. "I'm ready for another orgasm. Go ahead. Come on, work your fingers. Play with my rod. Slide your fingers up and down my prick, honey. That's what I want. I'm gonna fuck you again."
Jerry knew what he wanted, and I wasn't about to disappoint him. My sturdy fingers went to work on his captivating rod, manipulating up and down his sinewy, bulging peter.
The longer that my fingers flailed against his fiery penis, the more contented that Jerry became. After all, I was injecting new life back into his prick, which had already exploded twice.
"That's good," he told me. "I like the way your fingers are working. Baby, you've really done it. You've really excited me with your fingers. So let go, honey. We're really gonna screw now."
The moment that I released my fingers from Jerry's organ, he instinctively reached out with his right index finger, beginning to assault my asshole.
"Damned, what a nice tight ass passage," he said.
Jerry pursued my anal crack with single-minded purpose. He kept whipping his sturdy finger, driving it as deeply as he knew how into my rectal passage, slamming with his finger as he worked it into my ass.
"Just wiggle your ass," he commanded. "Keep working it. I want that kind of action."
Jerry's finger pumped and pushed as he shoved it inside of my anal passage. When Jerry removed it, he was all set to assault me again, to drive his fiery, mammoth organ as deeply as he knew how inside the innermost depths of my anus.
I felt Jerry's hot, dominating fingers on my thighs. At first I thought he was going to break my legs he held me so tightly. Eventually Jerry threw my thighs over his shoulders. By then my take-charge lover was prepared to enter me again, this time preferring to plunge his penis inside of my asshole.
Once more I began to feel some humiliation. Jerry was defiling me in every way that he knew how. But it was such exciting humiliation that I wasn't about to let it bother me for very long, not when the wild-eyed man who was perched just above me was preparing to savagely fling his phallic bomb inside of my twisting, tight asshole.
Determined to give Jerry as good a fuck as I could, I tightened my leg and ass muscles.
"Go ahead," I told him breathlessly. "I'm ready for you."
"I hope you're ready for an earthquake."
"I'm ready for a blast to end all blasts."
"That's good, because that's what I'm gonna give you," Jerry laughed.
Jerry's burning stick slid forward, gripping sharply against the tight inner confines of my asshole. As he manipulated ever so sharply with his steaming spear, I could feel the burning waves of painful sensation that he imparted into me through his devastating, relentless cock thrusts.
"Damned, you're tight," he sighed. "I love this tightness. I'm gonna keep it going. Ahhh, all the way. I'm gonna juice. Yeah, this is gonna be better than the other two juices, this is gonna be the best juice. It's all gonna shoot, ahh, it's gonna shoot, splash from the end of my dick. Ohhhh, ahhhh, what a fuck."
The more rapidly that he fucked me, the greater that I concentrated on giving him as tight a sensation as possible. I tensed my legs, heaving loud sighs as my spasming body reacted to his jolting, powerful penis messages.
Jerry began spanking my ass cheeks; after which he gripped his fingers tightly against my buttocks. As Jerry held on with everything he was worth, I could tell from the tense, contorted expression on his face that he was ready to unload his droplets of fiery cum inside of my asshole.
"Just move your butt around a few more times," he told me urgently. "It's all gonna hangout, honey. Every drop. Damned, it's really gonna spray."
With lightning impact, Jerry devoured me several more times with his blazing forward cock stabs. As he let out one last sigh, I could tell that this was it, that the burning, fiery droplets of his passionate liquid were about to engulf me.
"Ahhh, bomb's away," Jerry laughed triumphantly. "This is really cream, honey. Ooooooh, feel the cream. It's all shooting into you, baby. Ahhh, this is my present to you, ooooooh, aaaahhhh, keep wiggling your hot butt, ahh, wiggle it, wiggle it, wiggle it. Yes, give me the best screw I've ever had, baby. Ohhh, baby."
CHAPTER SEVEN
That wild romp in the front seat of Jerry's Cadillac only served to make my attitude even more restless.
The more that I thought about all of the fucking I had been subjected to, the more challenging the whole idea became to me to get as many men as possible. The only criterion that I really fixed in my mind was that the man would be very dominant, the kind who was willing to take charge of me in a thoroughly abrupt manner and fuck the living hell out of me. That was exactly what I was getting from all of the men I was encountering through my experiences at the book shop.
A couple days after my wild fuck with Jerry, I observed a guy pull to a stop on a motorcycle in front of the store.
For some reason or other I kept hoping that this macho son-of-a-bitch would come into the store and look at the books. The place was empty and I figured I could stand to talk to somebody, or at least have something in the way of activity to keep me occupied.
Just as I had hoped, the guy came walking in. He was a typical motorcycle club member with tight-fitting blue jeans and a leather jacket. On the front of his jacket he had sewn in white lettering his name, Stacey.
Stacey strutted in his black motorcycle boots as he looked up and down the rows of books. I loved his attitude. After he browsed in the direction of several of them, he trained his eyes in my direction for the first time. He was tall and slim, and had a dark, heavy beard. When he saw me, he looked damned surprised. His eyes widened and Stacey didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I'll be damned," he said. "What happened to the guy who used to work here days?"
"He quit," I replied.
"I'd say that the place is really picking up," he looked at me and leered. "A definite improvement."
"Thank you. Anything I can help you with in the way of finding a book?"
"Naw, I just like to get the feel of all this just through browsing. I'll buy something. Don't worry about that. I just like to take my time."
"No hurry," I smiled, "just browse to your heart's content."
"Thanks, I will."
When he looked over at me one more time, I couldn't help but feel a searing sensation of passion creeping through me between my legs. My itchy cunt started getting a little overactive, causing my whole body to twitch as I stood there behind the counter watching this slender, hungry male.
As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, not wanting to make it appear obvious, I kept wondering just how wild a fuck this hard young stallion would be. As a matter-of-fact, I realized that I had a challenge staring me in the face. I wanted him and there was no damned reason in the world why I shouldn't have him.
On the pretense of making it appear that I was moving some books around, I vacated my position behind the counter. That day I was wearing a tight-fitting red skirt, and I made sure that I fluttered my ass cheeks in a nimble fashion as I walked toward a row of books. Not only that, but as I started to move them around I bent over, hoping that he would take a look at my delectable ass cheeks.
I could see that he was looking, even though he had a book in his hands at the time. As a matter-of-fact, I saw just a crease of a smile beginning to surface on his lips.
After going through my little routine with the books, I turned on my heels and walked back to the counter. This time I put even more wiggle into my ass globes as I maneuvered my way back to where I had been before.
Much to my satisfaction, I could see that this time he was looking at me even more closely than before. The longer that he stared at me, the better the chance I figured I'd have of getting myself a good screw.
A few more minutes passed, after which Stacey walked toward the counter. He had a couple of magazines and three paperback novels in his hands.
"Yeah, I'll take all of this," he said.
"You're gonna occupy yourself with quite a little bit of reading," I said as I began to ring up the sale.
"You can say that. After all, a guy's got to have a little mental stimulation to keep him all charged up."
I finished ringing up the sale and Stacey paid me. As I gave him back his change I stole a glance in the direction of his crotch. It was easy to tell just how enticing his long, lean prick would be judging from the bulge in his trousers. It was getting to the point where I was becoming an expert at deciphering every line of a man's prick just through looking at the bulge in his trousers.
"I want to fuck you," he leaned over the counter and whispered as I put his books in a package and handed it to him. "Not only that, but you want it. I know you do and no bullshit about it."
"You can be a pretty crude guy."
"You haven't seen the beginning of it. Hell, I saw the way you were wiggling your ass. Don't hand me any bullshit. You want it. Let's have it right now."
"I happen to be working right now."
"I can't make it any later," he told me imperatively. "I've got a meeting with the guys tonight. A big club meeting. We're gonna haul ass. So I've got to make it now."
"I guess I could take an afternoon coffee break," I grinned.
"Sure you can. So what's holding you up?"
"Absolutely nothing," I shrugged.
As I vacated my position behind the counter, Stacey reached out with both hands and slapped at my butt. He then burst into loud laughter.
"Close up fast or I'll be jerking off right here," he said.
I hung out the sign, then walked briskly toward the back office. After locking up, I turned and watched Stacey quickly unzipping his trousers.
"Get everything off," he declared impatiently. "I'm gonna fuck that hot ass. You were really wiggling it. I guess you like it that way."
"I've had it there a few times. By some pretty damned good men. Do you think you can stack up alongside of them?"
"I can stack up alongside of any man," he growled. "I'm gonna show you. You're damned right I'm gonna show you."
When he let his cock spring forth from inside of his fly, I could feel the thrills circulating through my whole body. It twitched a few times with anticipation as I observed his hard, narrow, ever-so-erect digit. It was every bit as beautiful as I thought it would be, shaped just along the classical lines that I had anticipated it was.
I wiggled out of my skirt, then slid my panties down my legs.
Before I knew it, I was ready for action and so was my persistent lover.
Stacey moved toward me quickly, reaching down between my legs and allowing his fingers to slide inside of my slit. Pretty soon my cunt juice was dripping like crazy from my pussy as a result of his rapid-fire finger stimulation.
"That feels so good," I murmured.
Stacey had me backed up against the office desk. As my butt wiggled, he kept on probing with his fingers, moving them sharply inside of my slippery vagina as he saw fit to get me as agitated as he knew how.
A few quick, devastating finger thrusts later inside of my moist pubic snatch, the juices began to pour from my hot bush.
"Ahhh, success," he laughed. "This is great. The stuff's shooting. Ohhh, this is a fuck."
We both watched as the juices shot from my furry triangle and rolled down my left thigh. My lover lewdly licked his lips, then dropped his head down just long enough to let his wiggling tongue taste me.
"Pretty good," he nodded as he released his tongue from my slit.
Stacey was not primarily concerned about eating my mound. No, he was eager to drive his burning pecker inside of my asshole, and he was going to do it as quickly as he could.
I was still backed up against the desk. He reached out with both hands, grabbing hold of my thighs, then shoving them over my shoulders.
"I want it, I want a fuck," Stacey said. "What an ass. Damned, it looks so good and tight."
While Stacey's fingers clutched against my ass cheeks with ever-heightening urgency, he pushed his cock forward, preparing to let it grind inside of my tight anal passage.
As soon as Stacey's bloated member pushed its way inside of my asshole for the first time, my equally enthralled asshole began to react to his quick pace. I pushed my body forward, meeting his every quick, thrashing stab as his cock attacked me wildly, driving solidly inside of my devastated asshole.
With each and every quick, probing stab, he pushed his cock that much deeper inside of my fiery anal passage. My body kept on pushing wildly as I did everything that I could to meet his quick, jolting peter thrusts.
His fingers kept holding on tightly to my ass cheeks. Yes, I was being defiled again, and I was loving every tense moment of it. My lover kept on humping me, driving his burning tool into my passionate, ever-so-tight anal passageway.
"Damned, you are good," he complimented me. "What a tight asshole. Do I ever love sticking it to you. Ahhhh, I really do love it. Yes, my love."
A few twisting, dynamic movements later, the semen was ready to spill out of the end of his juice-filled rod.
"Ooooooh, I'm unloading," he told me. "It's all shooting out of there. Ahhh, ohhh, keep your butt twisting. Yeah, I like the way it's in motion. Oooooh, oooooh, honey, oooooh, I like it."
The drops of his blazing fluid kept shooting, splashing with fervent determination from the end of his inspired organ and into my asshole.
I figured that we'd rest for a few minutes after that first wild fuck, but I guess I should have known better. Like my friend Stacey had said, he was in a hurry. But that did not mean that he was going to shortchange himself-in the fucking department. No way, not when the screw meant all that much to him.
He gulped hard, then reached down with his right index finger. Stacey let his finger slide slowly inside of my butt hole. He worked his finger with steady fascination for a few strokes, manipulating it dramatically inside of my anal passage for a few more moments, at which point he released his finger and prepared to get set for a wild fuck inside of my asshole a second time.
If anything, Stacey was even less gentle the second time around than he had been the first. His thick, determined member kept on probing and pushing, driving with great force and vigor as he kept on slamming it, allowing it to slide hard and fast as it worked between my burning thighs and into my quivering anus.
"Ahhh, what fucking," Stacey exclaimed. "Your legs are really trembling. I can see how much you love it. Ahhh, you want it. You want it and you're gonna get it. I'm gonna keep pushing it into you. Damned, you're a bitch. A woman's got to be a real bitch to learn to love it like this. You like ass fucking. You even like the punishment."
Stacey had me figured pretty well. After all, my asshole was burning like crazy from his steady pace. I could even see a few droplets of blood dripping out of it as he kept up his steady ramrodding pace, slamming and sliding his huge pole deep into my helpless rectum.
The more that my ass burned, though, the faster in turn that I flung my hips around as I eagerly looked forward to receiving another load of thick, white cream from the end of my lover's hard, energetic tool.
"Keep up your fucking," I gasped. "Come on, Stacey, show me what a man you are. You're all man. Give me your hot fuck. Damned, you're tearing up my ass. You're tearing it up with every fuck stab. Keep grinding. Yeah, keep shoving it in there. Your cock is really going to work. Ahhh, it's pumping. It's pushing so damned hard."
A few pole axing stabs later, he was off again. As the first few jolting drops of his thick semen started to spray from the end of his dick, he reached down and grabbed at my thighs.
"Here it goes," he exclaimed. "Ooooooh, aaahhh, what a fuck, oooohh, a glorious fuck, aaahhh, this is screwing, oooohhh, aaahhh, damned, oooooh, you fucking bitch, oooohhh, you want it, ahhh, you're getting it, ohhhh, damned, I'm bolting."
It wasn't until the last few drops of his hot stream had sprayed that my burning asshole finally got a little relief.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Stacey might have been finished with my asshole, but that sure didn't mean that he was through with sex for the afternoon.
A very fast worker, Stacey was the kind of man who utilized every movement and moment. He wasn't about to remain idle for one second, and there he stood before me, allowing his fingers to slide up and down his hard, rigid phallus.
"Just look at the size of me," he grinned. "I've got a nice long dick. You love it. You know you do."
Stacey exercised his fingers over his sturdy prong for a few more minutes. When he finished, he reached out and grabbed me by the neck. The next thing I knew, he was holding my head and pulling me downward.
He jerked me down to my knees, where I landed ever so solidly on the floor. As I looked up at Stacey, he pointed down toward his stiff member.
"Go ahead, suck my balls," he shouted. "I want you to blow me. Let's get things started. Right now. Come on, let your tongue slide over my balls."
The first thing I did was reach up with both hands and grab hold of his blazing scrotum. My fingers teased and twitched as they twisted around his hairy, aroused testicles. All it took were a few strokes until he was begging for more.
"Okay, start sucking my balls," he told me. "I want your tongue to work over them. Come on, just grind with your tongue. Work your tongue. Ahhh, do it real fast. Baby, come on, I'm in a hurry. I've got to juice, and then I've got to get the hell out of here. So suck me. Come on, let your tongue dance over my balls."
Ever anxious to please my eager, overly aggressive lover, I reached out and allowed my tongue to begin to scrape against Stacey's sweaty testicles.
The first time that my tongue stroked against his balls, Stacey practically jumped a foot. His whole body projected itself quickly from side to side as my lover kept receiving my quick, burning strokes. I kept driving my tongue with scintillating, dazzling desire as it kept on making speedy, devastating contact with his testicles. My tongue was steadily making headway against his hot nuts, and the quicker that I probed, the greater that his desire became.
Every time that I heard Stacey gasp or each and every time that I saw his body twitch, it made me feel that much better. I felt a certain level of accomplishment bringing a man to the fiery depths of a furnace-like passion.
"Keep sucking my balls," he told me with mounting impatience. "Keep your tongue driving. I really like that, baby."
My fervent tongue kept on connecting with his agitated balls. A few quick strokes later, I decided it was time to release my tongue from his testicles and let it go to work against his huge, bulging, balloon-like pecker, which was zealously anticipating another explosion.
First I reached out and let my tongue glide along the tip of his bulging stick.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded gaspingly. "Come on, just keep up your stroking. Drive your tongue. Ahhh, ohhh, move it. Move it against my pecker. Slide it real good."
My overactive tongue kept on responding to his message, concentrating at first with quick, tickling movements against the tip of his scorching stick. As I kept up the action I knew that he was begging for more, desiring for me to grind my tongue up and down the full length of his long, flaming pole.
Ever so ardently I once more, responded to the challenge, assaulting his joy stick with my sturdy tongue, letting it move passionately as it swung up and down the full length of his fiery phallus.
"Come on, just suck it off," he said. "Damned, you really can suck. I like the way you're doing it. You're moving your tongue good and fast. Keep it up, sweetheart, just grind with your tongue."
While my head bobbed up and down, jerking with great intensity, he reached out and slid his fingers up and down my back. He kept on gasping as I groped and slid, propelling my busy tongue with everything that I could summon within me.
Every now and then Stacey would reach out and make a grab for my hair. He pulled and tugged at it several times, thoroughly enjoying the quick, decisive thrusts that my burning tongue kept on vigorously employing against his hard rod.
"Here it goes," he exclaimed. "Oooooh, aaaaah, it's all gonna shoot out of me. Yes, oooooh, do I like it, ooohhh, suck it off."
While his body throbbed from side to side, the droplets of fiery cream were set to shoot with wild intensity from the end of his hot phallus. So I reached out with both hands, letting my fingers grip against his bulging balls, grabbing hold of his testicles as his body kept on swinging ever so gracefully.
"That is nice," he said. "Come on, keep holding onto my balls. Really clutch at them. Ohhh, I like that extra action."
My fingers finally froze ever so solidly against his hot nuts as the first few drops of his thick, gooey load started to shoot like an avalanche from the end of his steaming pecker.
"Ahhh, here it is," he smiled. "Hang onto my balls. Yeah, grab at them. You're grabbing real nice. Ohhh, I love it. Ahhh, do I love it."
I kept on swallowing, my tongue moving back and forth as I went after the final few drops of his thick, gooey load.
When I released my tongue from his dick and my fingers from his balls, Stacey immediately slid his now-deflated pecker inside of his trousers. When he finished zipping up, he moved quickly toward the door.
"Thanks a lot, honey," he said. "I'll be seeing you again soon."
"Don't forget your books," I replied. "And remember, I left them over on the counter."
"I won't," he laughed. "The next time I pick one up and read it, I'll be thinking of you."
"I'm honored. Have a nice meeting."
"Yeah, I'll do that."
A few moments later, I heard the front door close. Stacey had left, and now I had to take the sign down and ever so abruptly dedicate myself once more to business.
When Stacey left, I figured that I had received my one exciting surprise for the day. After all, wouldn't it have been expecting too much to receive another jolt?
It turned out, though, that I got another jolt only a few minutes after Stacey had gone. Several men came in and browsed through the racks. All of them made purchases and left, following which I saw something that really astounded me.
Needless to say, book stores such as ours appeal mainly to men. Occasionally some girls will come, usually purchasing girlie magazines involving female sex. The few lesbians who had visited the store had been obvious butch types, dressed in tight-fitting slacks and wearing scowls. A few of them had made some passes at me, but I chose to ignore them, and when I did they quickly understood that I just wasn't about to in any way accommodate them.
What jolted me that afternoon, though, was the young woman who entered the store. This one was really stunning, the kind of gal you would expect to see on the cover of Penthouse or Playboy.
Her hair was coal black and very long. Her eyelashes were dark and her eyes a deep, expressive brown color. She was clad in a smart-looking white pantsuit which brought out her beautiful figure to great advantage. This young woman was fairly tall, at least about five-seven, and she was the kind of person who would turn heads wherever she went.
"Hello there," she smiled brightly as she walked into the store.
"Good afternoon."
"I'm just gonna have a look at your magazines."
"Please help yourself."
I was a little astonished when this gorgeous, feminine young woman walked over to the rack where we had the lesbian magazines. She rummaged through them quickly, picking up no less than four. As she walked back to the counter, she looked at me and gave me a big smile.
"I was told to come into this store by a good friend of mine," she said.
"Is that right?"
"Yes, and you must be Cathy."
"That's right," I said, a little surprised by the fact that she knew my name. "And how did you know?"
"I happen to be a friend of Paul's," she said. "You know who he is."
"Paul. Let me think."
"The artist. He comes in here. He told me that a very beautiful young lady was working there."
"Yes, the artist."
"I model for him all the time."
"You're a model?"
"That's right. He's wild about having me model for him in the nude," she smiled. "By the way, my name is Barbara."
"How do you do, Barbara."
CHAPTER NINE
As I rang up the sale for beautiful Barbara, she planted her elbows on the counter and flashed me a wide smile.
The longer that I stood there, the more excited that I found myself becoming. That bothered me a good deal since I had always thought of myself as the kind of proper girl who was attracted only to men and would never conceive of the mere idea of having sex with a woman.
When I handed Barbara her package of magazines, she looked at me and licked her lips ever so suggestively. It was the same kind of response I had been able to engender so many times from the opposite sex. But this marked something new, a girl making a pass at me with me actually enjoying it.
Since I am a very attractive woman, I naturally had had my share of occasions when women would have liked to have gotten to know me in an intimate way. On all of those occasions I had been able to shun them in no uncertain terms, but this was different. Vastly different. It bothered me greatly just looking at this gorgeous, statuesque young woman who was enticing me in just about every way she could short of undressing.
"How about us talking in the privacy of my apartment?" she queried me.
"As you can see, I've got a job to perform."
"Of course you do, but this condition certainly isn't permanent. You don't work here all night. As a matter-of-fact, you're probably getting off pretty soon."
"I get off at six."
"I was going to keep an appointment at the beauty parlor. I always have to keep my appearance up, you know. It's part of my business."
"Of course."
"That would keep me busy up until almost six o'clock. So what I'll do is just mosey around and come back then. Fair enough?"
My heart began to pound like a triphammer. I was once again at the crossroads. There was one side of me that definitely wanted to tell her no, in fact, to get lost. That was the right and proper side of me, the side that would have held sway a little while ago.
All of a sudden a new side of me was emerging. It was certainly making its profound influence felt in the way that I was fucking with all of these guys that I'd been screwing with.
As I'm sure you'll be able to conclude by now, I decided to visit Barbara's apartment with her. Even though I figured that it was dead certain that she was going to make some kind of overture, I still wanted to find out something about her.
So at any rate I went through my paces for the rest of the day, after which things began to happen at six o'clock. At first my replacement came in. He took over for me, after which I spent some time just sitting around and waiting for my friend Barbara to arrive.
When Barbara did, we left immediately, climbing into her sports car. She drove me several miles to the spacious apartment which she inhabited.
After she had taken me on a tour though the apartment, she poured some wine for me and for herself. As she sat down next to me on the sofa, she opened up a scrapbook.
"This contains a lot of the work that our dear friend has done," Barbara laughed.
"Oh, yes, Paul the artist."
Barbara nodded. Ever so proudly, she showed me some of the beautiful sketches that Paul had done of her. They were exceptionally vivid, revealing every curvaceous nuance of her dazzling form.
As I kept on looking at the sketches, I could see Barbara smiling out of the corner of my eye. It was obvious that she was seeking to set me up.
Once I finished looking at the sketches, Barbara immediately refilled my wine glass. At the same time, she poured herself another glass of wine, and as I sipped mine, she promptly jumped up from the sofa.
"Ahhh, I believe in getting comfortable," Barbara said.
Barbara stretched her long, delightfully trim body as she walked toward the stereo console in a corner of the room. She put on some soft music, then, without saying another word, began to ever so slowly and carefully remove her clothes.
"This is nice," she smiled. "To be with beautiful company and to just let yourself go. I'm a practicing nudist, you know. I really don't have much use for clothes. It's a shame that our laws and traditions are such that we have to wear them all the time. They really clutter things up as far as I'm concerned."
She removed her clothing, then revealed her gorgeous body in the semi-nude as she danced around the room several times in nothing more than her dazzling panties and bra.
"Just look at me," she chuckled. "Am I ever ready for anything."
I could tell by that point that she wasn't about to be put off on anything, and that it was her firm intention to manipulate me into the same bed with her.
Barbara stripped off her bra with several quick, flicking wrist movements. Her next step was to reach down with both hands, letting her fingers glide against the crotch band of her enticing white panties.
"Now down with my panties," she looked at me and smiled. "I really do hate letting clothes get in the way. What a feeling, ohhh, what a nice feeling."
Her fingers grabbed hold of the crotch band as she slid her panties ever so daintily down her legs. I could tell by the slow, controlled movements that she exercised just how eager she was to get me as thoroughly enticed as she could. As a matter-of-fact, she was making certain that she did not do things too fast. She preferred to just let all of my erotic thoughts sink in as I saw more and more of her gorgeous nude form.
Once that she finished stripping off her panties, she looked down at her dark, furry mound, which was covered with a thick patch of black hair. Her fingers worked methodically as she steered them around inside of her thick thatch of pubic hair.
"I believe in enjoying myself," she told me.
I began to feel those familiar twitching sensations between my legs as I shifted on the sofa, watching all of the developing action that was taking place. I kept on staring at Barbara as she slid her body downward, finally stretching out on her back as she moved the fingers of her right hand toward her vagina.
Once that she had finished toying with her snatch hairs, Barbara decided that it was time to allow her fingers to manipulate soothingly inside of the pink inner walls of her already wet vagina, which she had aroused through her continuous, devastating finger plunges.
Her fingers kept on working sharply, driving with steady, determined impact as they slipped and slid against her snatch. The faster that her fingers kept on working against her hot vagina, the closer that she moved herself toward the wild state of a fascinating orgasm.
The quicker that Barbara's fingers kept on skillfully manipulating against her sizzling slit, the more acute need I began to feel to reach down and satisfy myself with some quick, stimulating finger thrusts of my own.
I did my best not to tip Barbara off as to just how hot I was, but I can't really say that I succeeded. My hips and legs kept on shifting as I just sat there, my overactive pussy a seething mass of erotic desire.
A few quick, assertive finger strokes later, Barbara's juices were ready to spill. I watched with the utmost in fascination as I kept observing her ass cheeks gliding from side to side. A few dazzling finger strokes later, the juices started to shoot from her mound. I kept watching them as they spilled and splashed against the side of her leg. The juices kept on dripping as she gasped and sighed, lying there on the rug as her quivering legs flailed.
"This is so good," she said. "Ooooooh, a girl can get so excited. Yes, so very excited."
By that time I guess it could truly be said that I was in a state of hypnotic fascination, and there didn't seem to be any way to lead me back out of it short of actually breaking down and engaging in some sex with my gorgeous hostess, who was as determined as she could be to lead me down the path into some lesbian sex involvement.
As her hips swung back and forth, Barbara began to walk slowly toward me. Her body was as beautifully put together as any woman's that I had ever gazed upon.
While she stood before me, Barbara reached out and began to make a grab for me. Pretty soon I was jumping up to my feet, and as I did, she let her arms entwine around my body Holding me ever so tightly, she reached out and pushed her lips against mine. Our lips remained pressed in a state of mutual bliss for several lengthy seconds, and when my dear friend finally released .her lips from mine, it was with one thought in mind. That thought was to remove my clothes and get me in the same kind of naked, thoroughly excited sensual state that she was in.
"Come on, follow my example," Barbara looked at me. "Take off your clothes, darling. Get everything off. We want to fuck. We want to have a glorious fuck, my sweet."
As I stood there ever so dumbfoundedly, I could tell already that my excited, savory slit was acting up. It was becoming moist with great joy and anticipation, and so, as I began to remove my clothes, I could feel the waves of great desire circulating through my whole body.
It did not take me long to remove everything, and once that I did so, I stood back and watched as Barbara reached down and played with her pussy for a few moments. She kept watching me with delight, then reached out finally and grabbed my hand.
"Let's walk into the bedroom together," she whispered. "We're gonna have ourselves a glorious time. We really are. Honey, we're gonna enjoy each other. Yes, we're gonna really do it. We're gonna screw. I'm gonna make all kinds of beautiful love to you."
My heart kept beating like a triphammer as I walked into Barbara's darkened bedroom. I lowered my body slowly inside of the bed, then extended my legs. At that juncture it was up to Barbara to make a move, to do whatever pleased her.
Her first choice in the way of activity was to reach down and run her fingers inside my pink pussy. I liked the way that her authoritative fingers kept on stabbing, making their profound impact felt as they ever so dazzlingly came into glorious contact with my snatch.
"This I like," she whispered. "Yes, honey. This is so much fun."
Her fingers kept on working, driving with dedication and joy as she pushed them ever deeper inside of my passion pit. The wetter that I became, the more intriguing the whole finger process became as she kept working them back and forth, grinding them with solid joy and desire inside of my wet, available slot.
When Barbara removed her fingers from my twat, I figured that she intended to move on to more intimate things. I certainly turned out to be correct, based upon her next move.
Barbara reached down with her long, eager, red tongue, permitting it to grind and stab as it worked its way against my left thigh. My whole body instinctively twisted under the steady impulses of her hot tongue as she generated all kinds of wild responses within me. I could hear the springs of the bed jangling from all of the contact that was taking place between us. I kept bouncing up and down on the bed, heaving loud sighs, letting Barbara know just how much I was enjoying her quick, twisting tongue strokes.
"Come on and bring me off," I gulped. "You really are good, Barbara honey."
Barbara left a noticeable trail of hot saliva against my left thigh as her spearing tongue made significant strides against it. When she switched her activity over to my other thigh, she provided me with more of the same, driving her tongue at a steady, dazzling clip as it kept coming into contact with my torrid thigh.
"Just bring me off," I exclaimed. "Ohhh, you're really getting me close. Ahhh, you're stroking so nice. You're really doing it. You're plunging with your tongue, really making it happen, ohhh, ahhh, come on and keep tonguing me."
Her tongue kept on whipping against my thigh for a few more strokes, after which she finally released it, deciding that it was time to launch into even more intimate activity.
"I want your mound," she whispered. "I'm gonna have it right now."
Without any further ado, Barbara ever so swiftly shoved her tongue forward, permitting it to begin grinding inside of my sensitive slit, which by that time was begging to be sucked by her.
Barbara's tongue twisted at a rapid clip, maintaining itself devastatingly as it kept on working back and forth, driving solidly with great joy and skill as it kept on plunging against my vaginal walls.
"Ohhhh, I'm just about there, keep it up," I said "Just a few more of those strokes. Those beautiful strokes. Ooooooh, ahhh, I'm there, ohhh, I'm there. Baby, ohhh, can you ever suck. Darling, ohhh, ahhhhhh."
When Barbara removed her tongue from my mound, she looked at me and smiled with great gratification. After all, she had achieved her goal. She had wanted me to break down and have sex with her, and now I had juiced inside of her mouth.
CHAPTER TEN
Suffice it to say that a woman as torrid as Barbara was not about to stop with one pussy suck. As a matter-of-fact, I got the distinct feeling that it was nothing more than a warm-up for her.
Barbara's acutely prolific tongue went to work next inside of my tight anal passage, which apparently fascinated her no end. Judging by the way that she sucked with her sizzling tongue, I could tell that she was eager to extend this session into a very lengthy one.
Her tongue kept torpedoing, slashing and slashing as it squished and slid inside of my receptive asshole. While her tongue kept on maintaining those quick, passionate strokes, my buttocks reacted to each and every determined thrust that she kept on sending my way. She pushed and pumped with her tongue, working with great vigor and joy as it pushed with ever greater depth and passion inside of my anus.
When she removed her tongue from my asshole, I was ready to do just about anything she suggested. As a matter-of-fact, that was probably why she went to work inside of my asshole after having supplied me with all kinds of vigorous sensation through her early efforts. It was her desire to eliminate any resistance, and now I could see that it was practically all gone.
"I want to sixty-nine with you," she told me. "You're gonna love that, honey."
Pretty soon her beautiful nude body was lying atop of mine. Ever so gracefully, she manipulated her body into place, letting her cunt and ass come to rest just a few inches above my head.
All I had to do was just lie where I was and look up at my lover's glorious, beautiful ass cheeks and cunt. That made me feel all kinds of wild, wonderful anticipation as I looked forward to actually reaching out and tonguing her mound. On the same token I was a little fearful, since I'd never done it before. I guess we all suffer to one extent or another from fear of the unknown, and that was my problem right then.
I guess that Barbara, a very shrewd customer on the subject of sex, knew precisely what the score was and was seeking to help me overcome any difficulties of that nature.
"I'm gonna play with your pussy," she said, "and while I'm doing that I want you to do the same thing with me."
I nodded and gulped, reaching up and allowing my fingers to slide with slippery impact against her moist, receptive twat.
Naturally the longer that we fingered each other, the more excitement that generated between us within each other's body. Back and forth our fingers kept on pushing and twisting, and all the while I was looking forward with ever greater interest to another sucking escapade.
"Come on, let's get our tongues working," Barbara said. "Just let yourself go, baby. Every now and then let your tongue push against my clit. We're gonna really enjoy it. Yes, we're gonna love those twisting strokes, we're really gonna enjoy every bit of action that we engage in."
I waited until Barbara made the first move. As her tongue began to connect and slide briskly and beautifully against my vagina, I could see that it was up to me to make the next move.
With swift determination, I reached up with both hands and allowed my fingers to stroke against Barbara's buttocks. As I held onto her tight, twisting ass cheeks, I let my tongue move with scintillating grace as it made its way inside of her furry twat. At first I moved cautiously, but I was stimulated by her swift pace, and soon enough my tongue began to work at the same swift, exhilarating level that she was maintaining as she tongued me.
Our tongues kept up their captivating assault on each other. They kept on pumping and pushing, twisting beautifully as we projected ourselves ever nearer to a wild climax. I couldn't help but think that we might juice right on schedule, at the same moment in time, a delightful mutual orgasm.
With our tongues twisting and sliding, we moved that much closer to our gloriously anticipated orgasms. A few quick tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot with great bliss from my organ. I was delighted to hear and feel the slurping movements of my lover as her twisting tongue continued to slide around my slippery box as she caught the fruits of her efforts, the anticipated desserts.
As I held on tightly to Barbara's firm, ripe buttocks, I awaited the deluge on her part. While her flailing buttocks twisted, the juices finally started to shoot from her organ and into my mouth. I swallowed with everything that I had, going after the glorious droplets of pussy fluid that spilled from her vagina.
Once that we finished the sixty-nine, my attentive lover jumped up from the bed. She walked to the clothes closet, opening the door, removing something from the closet.
It wasn't until she turned around and faced me that I saw that she had strapped on a dildo, which looked so much like a real cock that I couldn't help but gasp. It looked so life-like in its state as it kept on staring at me, making its psychological impact felt. I could see from the big smile that my lover was wearing just how aware she was of everything that was happening within me as far as my response to the dildo was concerned.
"I take it you've never been fucked by one of these," she said. "I can tell by your expression."
"You're so right," I nodded.
"Then I'm going to get into it with you right now. Your pussy is good and tight. I'm gonna ram this thing inside of your pussy."
Ever so delightedly, she threw her body forward and Onto the bed. I heard some slurping sounds emanating from her, followed by a few quick, puffy gasps. Soon enough she was churning the dildo ever so wildly and letting it grip its way inside of my pussy.
When Barbara first entered me with the makeshift cock, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself getting fucked by a man. It was amazing how identical the response was from my end just feeling those quick, self-sustaining movements that kept on asserting themselves as the dildo slammed and pushed relentlessly inside of my pussy.
"This is so very wild," I gulped. "Ohhh, just slam it inside my mound. Baby, come on, keep it up. I can't believe it."
"I knew you'd like it," she smiled. "Oooooh, this is good. Do I ever love fucking you. Do I ever love slamming this thing inside your pussy."
While Barbara kept on skillfully manipulating the makeshift cock inside of my slit, she reached out and grabbed at my thighs. Her fingers worked up and down the wet, slippery surface which she had made that way through her earlier attentive sucking.
Barbara kept on plunging and pushing the hot stick at me for a few more moments. I finally was unable to hold back any more as the pussy juices bolted from my snatch.
"Ohhh, I've got to juice," I sighed. "There's no other way out. Ooooh, what a fuck."
Barbara threw her head back and laughed.
"I know what you mean," she gulped, "because I'm going, too. Yes, the stuffs shooting out of me. Ohhh, ahhh, do I love it."
Barbara unstrapped the dildo, then handed it to me.
"Put it on," she said.
"Oh, I couldn't," I laughed.
"Sure you could. You've come this far. You can enjoy a wild dildo fuck."
Pretty soon I was strapping the dildo to my waist, looking down at my beautiful lover, whose long legs lay extended ever so suggestively on the bed as she stretched out.
"Come on and fuck me," she said. "You can do it. Just slam the thing inside my hot puss."
She tantalized me even more by the way that she stroked her hips back and forth, anticipating my first quick, vigorous dildo thrust.
When I entered her, I slammed the dildo as sharply as I knew how inside of her pussy. I must say that the first few strokes weren't very scientific and rhythmic, but I guess they got the job done based on the way that Barbara reacted.
"Ahhh, my butt's on fire," she said. "So's the rest of me. Keep it up, honey. You're doing great. Don't let up for one second. Just keep ramming with that thing. Keep slamming it inside of me."
A few quick, stroking stabs later, Barbara could not hold back the gushing flow of juices within her. Her butt twitched and she heaved a loud, deep sigh as the juices sprayed from her organ.
"Ahhh, this is good," she nodded. "This is so good. Baby, ahhh, I love it."
I removed the dildo from her pussy, then unstrapped it.
"I can't believe all I've done tonight," I said.
"I can. All it takes is a girl who's willing to let herself go," my lover philosophized. "You were able to do that, honey, and it paid off big."
"Yes, I got loads of sensation. And so did you."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
My experience with beautiful Barbara left me a little dazed for a couple of days.
It really bothered me to think that I had once again lowered my guard and on this occasion had actually gotten involved in lesbian sex activity. After all, it was one thing to finally reconcile myself to the fact that I could be a real slut when it came to putting out for men, particularly the kind who made me feel cheap, but this was a new dimension. Now I was into the girl-girl syndrome, and it really bothered me, since I couldn't help but wonder just where and when all of my hangups would end.
My worries finally came to an end one afternoon when I saw a handsome, slender young guy walking ever so hesitantly into the store. The kid's eyes kept flashing back and forth, and I could see that he felt funny about even being in the place.
"Hello there, come right in," I gave him my biggest smile. "My name is Cathy, your friendly adult book shop salesgirl. I'll be happy to answer any questions for you or show you anything that you might be interested in."
This young guy did a quick double take. I thought for a second that he was going to turn tail and just run out of the store. I got the feeling from the way that he was standing there that he was certainly contemplating it, but instead of doing that, he walked toward the racks nearest to where he was standing.
"Thank you," he said in a low, uncertain tone of voice.
"You're quite welcome. As I said, just help yourself," I told him.
Watching this with a great deal of amusement was one of our regular customers, a baldheaded fellow in his sixties. The baldheaded man made his purchases, then leaned over and whispered:
"You'd better see that the kid doesn't get too scared."
"This must be his first time inside a place like this," I reasoned.
"I'd say so. It looks like he tiptoed away from mommy just long enough to make it over here."
The man shook his head and laughed, after which he then walked out of the store with the books and magazines that he had bought.
I focused my attention exclusively on my handsome young customer. After a few minutes had passed, he seemed to loosen up a little. As a matter-of-fact, he grabbed a couple of books off the rack, which he held in his hands.
After he had looked for a few more minutes, he walked up to the counter, handing me the books.
"I'll take these, please," he said.
"I take it you want them wrapped up?"
"Yeah, please do."
"Maybe I shouldn't say this, but you seem embarrassed by all this," I laughed. "Relax. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of."
"I guess not."
"This is obviously the first time you've ever been in a store like this. Right?"
"I guess it shows," he nodded.
"Yes, I guess you'd have to say that. At any rate, how do you like it?"
"I guess it's not so bad."
"That's good. Well, what's your name?"
"My name's Albert."
"Are you a college student?"
"How'd you guess that?"
"You get to where you study a lot of people when you work at a job like mine. I kind of had you figured as one. The curious one, but a little shy. That's what's bothering you about coming in here."
"Yeah, I guess you've got me figured out all the way around."
"Why don't you stop by here at six o'clock," I smiled. "You can walk me home if you like."
He paused for several long seconds.
"Gee, I'd really like that," he said. "It's just that. Well, I was studying for a test. Heck, I guess I can get enough studying in tomorrow. I can do that. I'll see you at six o'clock then."
"Why don't you get in a little studying now," I winked.
"I've got some other things to do. Yeah, I'll be okay."
He walked away. I could hardly get over what was happening to me. Now I was seducing a young guy. In the past I had been in a submissive state, but all of a sudden I was turning aggressive. I guess it was the challenge of the whole thing, this young, vulnerable guy just standing there, half-afraid to be in a store like ours.
I never believed in stereotyping, and I could well accept the fact that not all the young guys in college were as knowledgeable and as sex crazed as a number of them had been described as being. Take this young guy, Albert, my new fascination. All I wanted to do was just get to know him, and it made me feel good to know that I was apparently in the driver's seat as far as this relationship was concerned.
My dear young college friend showed up a few minutes before six. I noticed how nervous he was fidgeting around, looking at some magazines until I got off my shift.
When Tom came in to relieve me, he grinned at me as I prepared to leave with my new friend. I knew what he was thinking. It was becoming obvious to him that I was getting to be quite a swinger.
We walked to my apartment, since I didn't live that far from where the store was situated.
At first I had difficulty getting my young friend to say much of anything, but eventually he warmed up to things and finally was able to engage in a halfway decent conversation. He told me that he was a student at Cal Berkeley, and that he was majoring in history in hopes of becoming a teacher. When he mentioned the word teacher, I couldn't help but think of how ironic it was that I wanted to serve as teacher that particular evening.
Albert was still more than a little nervous when I got him up to my apartment. Since I was a little older than he was, and quite a bit more world wise than he was, it made him nervous to anticipate just what I was going to do.
"You've got to learn how to relax," I finally told him. "I'm gonna show you how it's done."
Even though he was nervous, every time I looked down in the direction of his crotch his rising peter showed me that he wasn't all that shy once you got down to the basics. I kept on staring at his ever-swelling member, determining in my own mind that I would make a quick move for it.
I reached out with my right hand, quickly unzipping Albert's trousers. As I reached inside of his shorts, I quickly and skillfully pulled out his burning rod, which I began to massage with my fingers. I pumped ever so solidly on his pecker, loving each and every quick, rotating finger stab that transpired between us.
"That does feel good," he sighed. "I love every movement."
While my fingers kept up their steady crescendo, massaging every so carefully and methodically against his accelerated dong, Albert looked up and smiled at me. He was getting the message. I wanted him and he was more than willing to go along with me in that pursuit.
After I had spent a little while rotating my fingers up and down Albert's swelling spear, I beached down and began to play with his testicles. Ever so solidly my fingers gripped at his hot, swollen balls. The quicker that my fingers went to work against his agitated scrotum, the more noticeably that he reacted.
Albert's eyes began to widen under the finger onslaught that I ever so dramatically put forth.
"I like that," he sighed, "you're really good with your fingers."
When I felt as if my finger action had accomplished its basic purpose, that of loosening up my lover, I jumped up from the sofa. While Albert watched, I did a quick strip act for him.
That day I was wearing a blouse and skirt, so it didn't take long for me to undo the buttons of the blouse and remove it, then to slide my hand down the zipper of my skirt and take it off as well.
When I finished stripping, I began to walk toward the bedroom. I knew that Albert would be willing to follow me anywhere by that point in time, especially the nearest bed.
"Come with me, my darling," I called out in a soft, cheery tone.
As Albert jumped up from the sofa, I got another look at his stiff, swollen stick, which stood out so tall and prominent, making me feel ever so good all over.
As I stretched out on the bed, I began feeling more than a little guilty. Now I was bringing a young college student up to my apartment so that he could paw me. There didn't seem to be any place where my sexual egotism was ready to stop. It appeared that my sexual appetite was unceasing, and as I lay stretched out on the bed, I watched Albert quickly remove all of his clothes.
Albert's body trembled with uncertainty as he climbed into bed with me. Even though he was more than willing to get involved in some quick and exciting sex with me, he was still a little unsure of himself.
I remained determined to remove all of the uncertainty and nervousness from Albert, and so I immediately shoved my tongue forward, allowing it to make its initial plunging stabs inside of his asshole. I really jolted him with my quick, rapid-fire tongue assault as I worked my tongue with great impact, letting it slide into the innermost intimate confines of his ass slit.
When Albert began wiggling his buttocks and legs, he started to gasp ever so loudly. I could see just how eager he was to continue receiving my quick, decisive tongue stabs.
"That feels so good," Albert said. "I'm so lucky to be invited to your pad to fuck. Ohhh, my ass is burning up with excitement. You're really moving your tongue against my asshole, ahhh, do I ever like it. Do I ever love the way that your tongue's sweeping against me."
As I kept up my quick, decisive tongue movements, I reached down with both hands and glided my fingers over his ass globes. I loved touching the warm, captivating skin, and knew that as I continued my tongue assault I was pushing him ever closer to the state where I wanted him, that of a wild, delightful, totally uninhibited orgasm.
When I removed my tongue from my lover's glorious asshole, I then put it to work against his still-steaming scrotum, which I had fingered just a little bit earlier.
My fingers worked with waves of generating passion as I manipulated them ever so carefully and firmly against his balls. The more rapidly that I fingered his tantalized testicles, the bigger the smile of erotic pleasure that spread itself across his entire face as Albert began to grunt and his body started twisting.
"Just hang on a little longer," I told him, "because this time I'm gonna suck your cock."
My fingers withdrew ever so carefully from Albert's balls. I then reached out and slid them upward, allowing them to rotate sharply against Albert's hard, sensitive prong.
While my slippery fingers kept working up and down his bloated organ, I reached down with my tongue and allowed it to probe against his steaming testicles.
"Ahhh, ohhh, aaahhh," he gulped. "I love the way you're sucking my balls. Baby, ohhh, work your tongue over them."
As my tongue kept up its rapid-fire activity against his blazing balls, my fingers continued to press and twist as they worked against his long, hard cock. The faster that my fingers unfurled against his blazing instrument, the closer that I knew he was moving toward a deluge of thick, white juice, which he would shoot inside of my mouth.
"Here we go," I said. "Hold onto your hat, sweetheart, because I'm gonna really suck your cock now."
I knew that it was time to remove my tongue from his balls, since I had already agitated him so much with my quick, sweeping tongue strides. When I withdrew my tongue, I prepared to let it go to work against the tip of his stiff member.
This time I started to work my tongue back and forth, letting it make contact with just the very nub end of his steely tool. My tongue kept scraping and pushing, twisting ever so gradually and superbly as it made contact with the tip of his hot phallus.
"Ahhh, suck me, suck me, suck me," Albert sighed.
By then I could see that I had acclimated my dear lover completely. No longer was he the shy, fearful young boy. No, he was just another hot man eager to receive every quick, jolting tongue stab that I supplied for him.
My all-conquering tongue felt as if it could defeat the entire world if it had to. Following a few more quick, pumping sensations against the tip of his erect staff, I went to work sliding my tongue up and down the huge, bloated base of his rod.
The harder that my tongue addressed itself to the target at hand, the heavier my lover's breathing became and the faster his body rocked as he kept on receiving the swift, dedicated tongue strokes that I eagerly put forth.
While I pushed Albert ever closer to the state of release, I reached down and began toying with his sweaty, saliva-coated balls, which I had sucked with great precision just a few moments before.
As my fingers kept on digging in, slicing against his smooth flesh, my tongue worked even more swiftly than it had been doing. Up and down my head bobbed as I kept on plunging and stabbing with great vigor, pushing Albert that much closer to the brink.
A few swift, graceful strokes later, his juices were ready to pop. His body twitched and twisted, and finally the first few droplets of his orgasmic fluid started to spill from the end of his fiery tool.
"Come on, come on, come on," he called out impatiently. "Baby, ohhh, you're gonna get every drop of it. Here it goes. I'm shooting, ohhh, it's spilling out of me so fast. Darling, ohhh, get it, aaahhh, get it, suck out the stuff, aaahhh, sweetheart, oooohhhh, do it, do it, do it."
His body kept on rocking, and all the while the splashing, turbulent juices of his hot, white semen kept filling my mouth with great joy and ecstasy.
My twisting tongue had to go all out to corral the vigorous droplets of his hot load. Back and forth I worked my tongue, and some of the thick, white cum splashed out the sides of my mouth.
All in all, I managed to do very well by my once-timid lover, swallowing the droplets of his blazing fluid, then releasing my tongue from his cock.
"Ohhh, baby," Albert gasped in total satisfaction, "that was some cock suck. You really know how to work that hot tongue of yours over a guy's dong. I've never had a cock suck like that before."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Since I had done such a thorough, purposeful job in training young Albert to relax and come on strong with me, I now figured it was up to him to take over.
I rolled off of him, stretching out on my back.
By that stage in my sex life, given all the wild and wonderful experiences I'd had since going to work at the book store, I knew just about what to do to stimulate a man to the greatest possible extent.
My fingers reached down and began to probe carefully inside of my mound. My hips glided with graceful desire, and as they kept on moving, I slid my fingers deep inside of my hot, furnace snatch.
I naturally was putting on this wild, erotic masturbation session as a means of getting my lover as agitated as I could so that he would fully take charge of my cunt. As my fingers kept on dancing, gliding superbly inside of my flaming pussy, I observed Albert's lips twist with ever-heightening desire.
"Just look at those hips of yours," Albert said with fascination. "You really know how to move them. I really like that. Honey, I love what you're doing. You're so much fun to watch. You really love fucking. I know you do."
My hips kept on spinning, twirling back and forth as they twisted and rotated under the steady, determined finger activity that I kept launching. My fingers kept on driving ever so diligently, working that much deeper inside the innermost confines of my overheated pussy, which was moving that much nearer to a devastating explosion.
A few superb, well-timed finger thrusts later, I could feel the heat reaching the boiling point inside of my wildly aroused slit. My body bounced back and forth a few times, and then the juices started to shoot from my misty mound, sliding all the way down my right leg.
I could see Albert watching the trickling stream of pussy fluid that was splashing down my leg. He watched as I looked up at him and began to motion toward my still-unsatisfied snatch, which wanted to experience the joyful sensations of his long cock plunging inside of it.
"Just look at my moist pussy," I told him. "That has to do something for you. Just look at it, baby."
"It looks just great," he nodded. "Here we go, gangway, honey."
Albert hurled his body forward. As I looked up at his huge, shiny, ever-so-bulging ramrod, I knew that I was in good hands. Those beautiful dominating sensations that I had come to love so much in the past few weeks would be an inherent part of me. I could already feel the swift, grinding prick that would be making contact with me.
"Come on, inside me," I gulped. "Let's do it right now, baby. Really push your cock. Push it into me." He shoved his restless dagger forward, letting it slide inside of my ever-inviting slit as I simultaneously wiggled my hips from side to side and tightened my cunt muscles. Albert kept driving his steaming digit inside of my hot cunt, stabbing it as deeply as he knew how, working it with great conviction.
"You sure don't fuck like the amateur you acted like," I told him. "You're pretty good, honey. Just keep driving your dick inside of me. I love what you're doing. Ahhh, come on, stroke me."
His burning, incessant thrusts continued. The deeper that he plunged his joy rod inside of my agitated organ, the closer that I moved to a quick climax. My hips wiggled a few times, and finally I could hold on no longer, heaving one last sigh as the tempestuous twat juices started to shoot from my excited cunt.
"Ahhh, I'm going," I sighed, "going, going, going. Ooooooh, I'm gone. What a fuck. Ahhh, you brought me off, baby. Yes, you did it. So now you're gonna juice. I know you are. That hot white stuff is gonna spray out of you. It's gonna spray so beautifully, ohhh, is it gonna be nice. So keep fucking. Yeah, keep driving your dick inside my mound. Baby, blast away with it. Come on, keep it moving, ohhh, what a scorching fuck."
Every now and then I would move my crotch upward and forward to meet the quick, slamming strokes of my lover as Albert, eager to dominate me totally, kept slamming his cock with great vigor.
The harder that he pumped and pushed with his blazing dagger as he worked it inside of my moist mound, the nearer that he pushed to that great point in time when all of the thick, juicy white semen would be pouring from the end of his twisting, anxiety-filled pecker.
"Spill it all into me," I said. "I juiced beautifully. So come on, honey, and finish the job. Just slam your cock good and hard. Rotate it, ohhh, fuck me."
The harder that his cock kept on blasting inside of my wet pussy, the nearer that I knew he was. I kept waiting for that long-anticipated moment when he would shoot it all off inside of me.
A few energetic, speedy thrusts later, I could begin to feel the first few drops of his prolific white spray splashing inside of my mound.
I listened carefully to the squishy, soggy sounds of his cock exploding inside of my already wet snatch, which had juiced several times during the course of our wild, event-filled evening.
"Ooooooh, keep moving your hips," he said. "Come on, oooooh, keep your backfield in motion, oooooh, keep your butt twisting, keep it up until I finish shooting. Darling, ohhh, what a nice fuck. This feels so good. Oooohhh, so very good. Oooohhh, what a nice screw. Baby, ohhh, darling, ahhh, I love it, ohhhhh, do I love it. What a fuck.
Albert removed his cock from my still-passionate pussy. I reached up and began to stroke it, grinding my fingers against his still furnace-like prong.
"I'm gonna pump it up just a little bit," I said, "and then you can fuck me again."
"You're damned right I will," he said. "I'm gonna fuck your snatch one more time. I really get the hang of it now."
"Of course you do. You're all right, honey. You've got a nice blasting cock. I just love the way that you work it. You do such a good job with it."
As my fingers steadily probed his stiff member for a few more strokes, I could tell he was becoming more aroused. When I released my dazzling fingers from his meaty organ, I stretched out and waited for his first quick, devastating stabs. One more time I wanted him in me. I wanted to feel his stiff, churning pole as it kept on whipping and thrusting inside of my hot vagina.
Soon he was back inside of my wild pussy walls once more. Again I began to rotate my hips, desiring to accommodate my all-dominating lover as his pulsating penis kept blasting, shoving ever deeper, grabbing and twisting against my pussy walls as he slammed himself ever nearer to another wild, exhilarating orgasm.
"Come on, keep that meaty prick of yours inside of me," I told him. "I just love what you're doing. Keep it going. Come on, fuck. Ahhh, you've just got to fuck me. You've got to blast me with your cock. Baby, ohhh, that feels so nice."
While his hard-charging stabs kept on making determined impact inside of my steaming slit, I tightened my cunt muscles as well as my ass muscles. I was in the midst of receiving a beautiful ride, and nothing was going to in any way impede the beautiful sensations that I was constantly receiving from this handsome young man who had turned tiger after I had provided him with a little bit of confidence and inspiration.
"What a tight cunt you've got," he complimented me. "It's a perfect fit for my long cock. I really love grinding with my peter. It's just made to order for your kind of action."
"I should say it is," I nodded. "Just keep it going. Ahhh, slide it into me. Give me all you've got, honey. That's what I expect. Every beautiful, blasted inch of you."
He kept on surging with his sizeable tool, allowing it to probe swiftly and decisively as it worked and threshed inside of my hot slot. Once more I was on the verge of an orgasm. My steaming vaginal walls just couldn't take anymore of that kind of blistering action without me having to juice. "Ahhh, there I go," I exclaimed.
"I'm shooting, too," Albert said blissfully. "Ooooooh, aaaaah, there it goes, oooooh, aaahhh, it's all hanging out, baby, ohhh, what a nice fuck. Ooooooh, what a beautiful fuck."
I watched the delicious sight of Albert's swiftly rotating ass cheeks as he kept on unloading the searing droplets of his thick, white semen.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
One evening an old friend arrived right at six o'clock.
It happened just as Tom was entering the store to take over for me. It had been a long and trying day. A number of customers had come into the shop and had made a significant number of purchases, which left me a little on the tired side.
At any rate, I certainly wasn't ready for the appearance of my old friend, Gill Long. I had begun to wonder just what had happened to him. But there he was, standing there with that same little evil grin of his that I had come to identify with him. It was kind of a half-smirk and lustful leer merged into one.
"Hello, lunch," he whispered in my ear.
"You really are a dirty man."
"Yes, a damned proud, dirty man," he laughed. "And the kind of dirty man who wants to screw you. Who wants to screw you real good, like right now."
"The trouble with you, Gill, is that you're too subtle."
"I've been told that," he laughed.
"So what's new with you?"
"I'm horny, but that's hardly new. Let's go up to my apartment. I don't want to waste a hell of a lot of time talking."
"That's awfully damned presumptuous of you," I exclaimed. "After all, for all you know I might have something else planned."
"And if you do, you'll damned well break it," he snapped abruptly.
"I just don't understand you. How anybody can be this damned brazen."
"That's just the way the ball bounces," he chuckled. "Some of us possess more brass than others. So let's go right now."
As Tom took over behind the counter, he gave me a little knowing grin as he watched me leave with Gill. He must have really thought that I was some kind of character, which, in actuality, I guess I definitely was.
As we reached Gill's apartment, he moved immediately into action. When it came to what he wanted, Gill wasn't the least bit subtle about anything. He knew precisely what he wanted, and right at that moment he wanted me in no uncertain terms.
The first thing Gill did was reach out and make a grab for my dress. He tore it in several places in his anxiety to strip me as quickly as possible.
"Watch it, you're tearing my dress," I gulped, "I don't give a tinker's damn," he said. "Quiet down or I'll slap the hell out of your right now."
"You don't have to be so rough. You know you're gonna fuck me and I'm not gonna resist. So treat me a little more gently, honey. Please do."
"Bitches don't deserve to be treated gently," he replied solemnly. "I get along well with women because I treat them on their own terms."
Gill's fingers kept on twisting and sliding as he undid all of the buttons of my dress, after which he then promptly tugged at it, sliding it over my head and off of me altogether. By then he was flashing me a little grin, happy over the fact that he had passed the first hurdle, that of taking off my dress.
It took Gill very little time to remove my panties and bra. A few quick, twisting finger stabs later, he had everything off of me. As I lay there trembling on the sofa, Gill reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of my breasts.
My nipples instantly hardened under the quick, assertive onslaught of Gill's fingers. Back and forth he ever so steadily moved them, letting them grind and thrust as he kept working them against my nipples. Every now and then Gill would squeeze good and hard, enjoying every touch that he provided.
"Honey, go a little easier," I gasped. "You're really hurting me, and we're just getting started. So take it easy, please."
"That's fine," he laughed. "I believe in breaking you in right, honey. I'm gonna see to it that we have loads of fun."
His fingers kept on gliding, twisting, turning as they made their impact felt against my solid globes of breast flesh. When he removed his fingers from my electrified boobs, he pulled his body back from mine.
Gill's next move was a ceremonious one as he reached out with his right hand, immediately commencing to unzip his trousers. As he reached inside of his trousers and pulled out his hard, dangling peter, I gulped hard. Once again those familiar feelings of sensual electricity swooped through my whole body. Whenever I was exposed to this brute of a man I couldn't help but feel great passion and sexual excitement.
He could tell just how strongly I was reacting to his movements from the way that my eyes looked at him ever so bug-eyed while his fingers kept searchingly probing against his pulsating pecker, driving up and down the full length of his hard, impactful prong.
"Just look at my fingers," I heard him laugh. "They're really doing a job on my prick. They sure are, baby. Just look at my dick. Just look at the way I'm going to work with my fingers."
He kept up his quick, decisive finger thrusts for a few more strokes, then released them from his dagger-like dong.
"Let's go into the other room," Gill exclaimed. "I really want you, and I want you right now. On my terms. Everything's got to be on my terms. I guess you realize that. I'm the prime mover in this relationship. You're just my helpless little she-dog.
I hope you're aware of that, because that's exactly where we stand."
"I'm aware of it, darling," I swooned helplessly. "I actually feel good knowing this."
We moved briskly into his bedroom. I watched in-patiently, lying there on my back with my legs spread in the middle of the bed as Gill finished removing his clothes. All he had done in the other room was to unzip his trousers and play with his steaming peter. But now he was removing everything, taking off his shorts as well, then preparing to launch into some vigorous sex.
Gill threw himself down on the bed. He reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to dip inside of my already moist twat. He moved his fingers back and forth against my clitoris, causing me to feel an earthquake of emotion within my body.
"Baby, you'll have me off in a flash," I said, already beginning to develop a tense sweat. "Darling, I love your fingers. I love the way you're working them. Baby, keep on working them. Keep gliding them."
"I'm gonna bring you off right away," Gill said steadfastly. "Sure thing. I'm gonna get you off. I'm gonna get you off fast."
Gill's fingers kept on working, driving every now and then against my wet, steaming clit, then circulating against the rest of my pink pussy walls.
A few stirring, gripping finger sensations later, I could hold out no longer. The juices began to spray from my hot, squishy slit.
"Oooohhh, aaaahhh, you brought me off," I exclaimed. "Baby, your fingers are so good. When you take charge of me you're so good. Oooooh, oooooooohhhh, aaaaahhhh, baby, baby, baby, baby."
Ever so methodically, Gill removed his fingers from my snatch. I looked at them, ever so wet with my hot goo. Before he did anything else, he shoved the first two fingers of his right hand inside of his mouth. Like a little boy munching on some icing that he had extracted from a cake, he sucked at my pussy goo, grinning as he did so.
"Just a little taste," he said.
I wondered what he was going to do next. The thing I anticipated was a wild fuck, either to my cunt or my asshole.
Of course, you could never second guess Gill. The long and better I got to know him, the more I recognized that fact. As I continued to lie there stretched out on the bed, he reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to probe against his hard, stiff dick, which was sizzling with solid desire. "Here we go," he gulped.
When Gill began to slide his fingers over his dick, he pushed his body forward, letting his cock come to rest just above my face. It made me wonder if he wasn't about to force his cock inside of my mouth. Anticipating such an action, I opened my mouth wide.
"I'm gonna jack off," he gulped, continuing to apply his fingers ever so rigidly to his stiff, agitated peter. "I'm gonna jerk it off and watch the cum splash into your face. This is what you deserve, bitch, a load of my hot juice right in your face. That's exactly what you're gonna get."
He kept on letting his fingers manipulate solidly and briskly against the full length of his charging organ. The faster that Gill employed his fingers against his stirring dong, the closer that I could see him moving toward a wild climax.
"I'm getting there," he laughed. "I'm really close, baby. The stuff is gonna all spray out of me. Ooooooh, aaaaah, it's so nice, so beautiful, so liberating to play this way with my dick."
His body began to charge more quickly than before, Gill's hips rotating wildly and eagerly as his fingers kept up their quick, steady onslaught against his rod. A few abrupt strokes later, the sea of thick white peter fluid began to spray from the end of his hard instrument.
I braced myself, getting set to receive the wild deluge. It felt a little weird knowing that I wasn't going to be sucking him to climax, and that instead the juices were just going to spray against my face. And so it happened. The thick, white, bubbling cream kept on spraying, shooting from the end of his semen-infested dick and against my face.
"Ahhh, the hot stuffs splashing," he laughed loudly.
For a while I thought he would scald me with his dick fluid. Then I thought I would drown in the stuff. But I managed to hold on, receiving silently every drop of his thick, hot cream that splashed from the end of his aroused organ and onto my face.
The moment that Gill finished shooting off his juices against my face, he went back to jerking off. I blinked my eyes, then looked at his hard cock recognizing that his penis had not diminished one iota in stature from the time of his orgasm.
Sweat began to form on Gill's forehead as his fingers kept on steadily and sharply rotating against his pecker, and all the while my lover's whole body trembled. I could see just how excited he was, and how quickly he was preparing to launch into some more wild sex activity.
When Gill turned his fingers loose from his flaming penis, he pushed his long, diligent dick forward, shoving it toward my mouth. The act that I had anticipated a few minutes earlier was now upon me. It was obvious this time just what he'd want, a good solid, grinding throat fuck.
"Open real wide," he commanded. "I'm gonna drive my hot pecker inside of you. It's gonna splash jissum inside your damned throat. You're gonna choke on it. You're gonna choke on every drop of my hot semen."
My buttocks rotated back and forth, working with solid, joyful impact as I kept up my gliding, determined movements. The quicker that my lover's hips ground from side to side, the deeper that he shoved his hard, penetrating pole into the innermost confines of my mouth.
His twisting legs scraped against both sides of my face as Gill kept up his surging, determined strokes. The faster that he fucked my mouth, the more rapidly that his twisting, turning balls would scrape against my chin as he kept up his determined fucking efforts.
"Ahhh, this is screwing," he laughed. "I'm gonna get it off. Ahhh, it's all gonna hang out. Sure thing, bitch. Every damned drop."
Gill made one final lunge. At that moment I simultaneously tensed my body, recognizing that the vast supply of his thick, steaming fluid would splash from the end of his flaming phallus and into my waiting and eager mouth.
"Swallow it all," he gasped. "Go ahead, bitch. You're gonna get every bit of it. Yeah, every drop of it. Ahhh, what fucking. Damned, ohhh, you can fuck."
When he turned his cock loose from my mouth, Gill stretched out next to me. Even Gill occasionally needed a rest, although his rest breaks were a lot fewer and more far between than in the instance of most people.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As Gill lay back and caught his breath momentarily, he lit a cigaret.
"Do you mind me asking you what you do for a living?" I asked him.
"I don't mind you asking me anything," he eyed me coldly, "but that doesn't mean I'm gonna answer you."
"No, I guess not. Forget what I asked."
"No, I'll tell you," Gill said. "I work as an enforcer."
"A what?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise at his statement.
"I collect on debts for people," he laughed.
"A bill collector?"
"I guess you can say that. Kind of a glorified bill collector, but I do more than most bill collectors. You see, by being an enforcer I also mop up the floor with dead-beat bastards when they've got it coming."
"I'm not sure I understand. You engage in acts of violence. I can see that. Maybe that's why you get along so beautifully in sex with me. You're always acting violent."
"That has something to do with it," he said. "It runs strongly in my profession. No, here's what I do. I work for one of the biggest bookmakers in San Francisco. When people get behind on their debts, I mean way behind, my boss calls me in and tells me to just kind of talk real nice to these people. You know, get them to see the light."
"So when do the beatings come in?"
"When they don't listen to me when I talk real nice," he explained slowly, taking another puff from his cigaret. "Then after they refuse to act for whatever reason, I start talking to them a little more bluntly. Like telling them they're risking their health if they don't do what they're obligated to do. You get the point?"
"It's becoming ever so clear. And if they don't listen to your stern message, then they get beat up. Isn't that right?"
"Precisely. You've got it," he laughed.
By then his cock was hardening once more. Gill looked down at his huge, prominent pecker. The longer that he looked at it, the more convinced that he became that it was time to launch into some more sex.
"I want you to reach out and play with my spear," he said. "Just run your fingers up and down it a few times. That's really all I need."
I began to work my fingers soothingly against my lover's hard, earnest rod. He nodded favorably a few times, then brought my actions to a halt.
"You can let go of my prick," he told me, "and right now I want you to suck my asshole. Come on, suck it good and fast. If you don't, I'm gonna slap the hell out of you."
I nodded solemnly, knowing what would confront me if I in any way did something that displeased Gill. When he asked for a certain type of sex, he expected it as a matter of right. If I failed to please him, you can be damn certain that he would come back at me hard and fast.
So now I pushed my tongue forward, allowing it to slide slowly inside of his tight anal passage. While my tongue wiggled ever so energetically, he flipped his hips from side to side, responding to my movements.
"That's the way to do it," he gulped. "Come on, suck a little faster."
To prompt me to suck more quickly, he reached out with both hands and grabbed at my hair. He tugged and pulled at my hair until I could feel rippling sensations of pain. Meanwhile my tongue kept gliding, working earnestly, driving as swiftly as I could make it work inside of his asshole.
"That's what I like," he gasped. "I really love that sucking. Ooohhh, that's so good. Baby, keep up those tongue strokes."
When Gill felt as if he'd had enough in the way of ass sucking, he promptly called my activity to a halt.
"You can let go now," he said. "We're gonna have ourselves a wild, wonderful screw."
Gill reached out with his right finger, immediately sliding his hot digit deep inside of my tight, waiting asshole.
My whole body reacted sharply to Gill's every piercing stride as his finger kept on probing and sliding, twisting sharply as it worked its way into the tightest inner recesses of my anus. The faster and more aggressively that he finger fucked me, the more my asshole began to hurt. But through all of the pain I knew that I wanted and needed a tremendous ass fuck. Whenever Gill was around me, I found myself practically begging to be hurt by him. Sure I would feel guilty sometimes afterwards over the way that he had treated me, and over the way that I had loved the mistreatment, but it was still something that I couldn't help but crave.
"You can ass fuck me any time you want to," I gulped. "Honey, you can sting my hot asshole. You can push your cock. You can drive it into me any which way. Whatever you do will be okay by me.
Gill released his finger from my asshole. By then he was all set to grind with his cock into my anus, to slam it hard into my asshole until the juices would spurt from the end of his erect, mammoth organ and into my tight asshole.
"You're sure gonna have a sore ass when all of this is over," he told me.
Gill reached out and gripped me with his hard, solid fingers. The more tightly he ran his fingers against my ass flesh, the wilder the anticipatory thrills that manifested throughout my whole body.
"Come on, ass fuck me," I begged. "Darling, you don't know how bad I want it. Come on, fuck my tight ass."
Gill decided to give me a good thorough spanking before he launched into his quick, captivating ass stabs. He reached out with both hands, then allowed his fingers to make crisp, sharp impact against my buttocks. As his fingers landed with brisk authority, my whole body would twist and flounce from side to side and I would let out a painful sigh.
"Ohhh, ouch," I gasped. "You really can hurt me, baby."
"I'll hurt you plenty more before I'm through with you."
"No wonder you're such an excellent enforcer.
You mean business."
"If those bastards don't pay, then I see to it that they get hurt. They pay one way or another. You're paying because you're a woman and I want you. And whenever I want somebody, I get them, even if I have to rape them like I did you."
"Darling, I really respect you," I gulped. "Come on, baby, fuck me."
His hard, decisive digit slammed quickly inside of my asshole. Gill's hard, thumping cock kept on gripping and twisting, sliding with desperation and grace as it worked its way as deeply as it could penetrate to my very hilt.
The harder that he slammed his cock, the deeper that Gill ground it into my rectal passage. He gritted his teeth a few times, seeking to penetrate with every ounce of force that he could possibly muster into his quick, slamming cock thrusts.
"Aaaahhh, oooohhh, what fucking," he laughed almost sadistically.
His burning loins were afire with exhilarating passion as he slammed into my asshole. I felt all sharp and prickly inside of my tight anal passage from the quick, spirited onslaught that my bruising lover kept on providing for me.
Pretty soon his hard-driving, incessant cock began to feel like a dagger. He even would twist in a certain casual manner in such a way that reminded me even more of a dagger. He kept on manipulating his hard, thick shaft, probing deeply with it as he pumped and twisted his cock inside of my asshole, which manipulated from side to side under the bruising, impactful stabs that he kept generating with his thundering tool.
"I'm getting closer and closer," he gulped. "I'd like to keep this up forever. Damned, ohhh, what tight sensations."
While his fingers kept on gripping my ass cheeks like two sharp, clinging talons, his pumping peter kept on driving ever so uninhibitedly, blasting inside of my anus as he moved ever nearer to the state of orgasm.
"Here I go," he told me. "Ahhhh, ooohhh, come on, just keep wiggling your thighs. I like the way you're working them."
Gill reached out with his excited, trembling hands. He let his open hands slap ever so sharply and repeatedly against my ass flesh. His crisp fingers continued to cut against my flesh several times in bruising succession as his peter flailed away, blasting and pole axing its way as deeply as it could inside of my fiery hole.
"Ooooooh, here we go," he chuckled. "You wanted it, ohhh, you wanted it, and you're getting it, baby. Every fucking inch of it."
By then the pains in my asshole were more intense than ever as his surging, incessantly driving cock kept on making its steady impact inside of my passage. He kept wiggling, letting his ass cheeks twist as the first few drops of his white liquid began to spurt and spray from the end of his phallic tool and into my anus.
Several times I heaved loud gasps, kicking my trim, flexible thighs back and forth as the jolting droplets of semen kept on spilling from the end of his solid, hot organ and into my asshole.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," he grinned, clapping his hands with glee. "I'm really training you. The more that I train you, the better a fuck you get to be. I guess that's the way it works."
"I would say so," I sighed wearily. "You really left my asshole hurting."
"Of course I did. That's what you want. That's what you need. My hot dagger slashing in your asshole. That way you know who's boss. You know that I'm your man, baby."
Gill slid his body upward quickly from the bed.
"You'll have to get your ass out of here now," he told me crudely. "I've got to see a man on business, so hurry up."
"Anything you say, my darling."
"That's the way I like to hear you talk. That's what I demand in all of my women, total obedience. And you've learned what I want."
"Even if you have to rape it out of them, you get it," I smiled at my lover.
"You're catching on pretty fast, baby," Gill said.
"You're a good teacher, my darling," I whispered fondly, "so there's no reason why I shouldn't have learned my lesson to the best of my ability."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When I arrived back at my apartment following work the next day, I received a telephone call from my boss, Jerry.
"Is there anything wrong?" I asked, a little apprehensive over the fact that this was the first time he'd ever called me at home.
"I want to see you tomorrow night after closing time," he exclaimed. "We'll have a little business meeting. Just you, me and Tom. Make it at eleven."
"But we don't usually close the store that early," I reminded my employer.
"I'm aware of hours that I establish," he replied coldly. "I'm gonna be closing a little early that night. Just so we can have our, well, our little business meeting."
"I see. All right, so I'll see you then."
Since I was off the next day, I had all kinds of time to do nothing but worry. I tried to absorb myself in a number of television soap operas, hoping that that would make me forget about the meeting that night. It didn't work, though, and to tell you the truth I don't think anything could have.
I arrived at the store at eleven o'clock on the dot. The door was locked.
Jerry was standing behind the counter when I arrived at the store. He walked briskly toward the door, unlocking it, then letting me in.
"Tom's already in the back," he pointed. "Let's join him."
"I really do hope nothing's wrong," I said, wondering fearfully just what was going to happen.
Jerry told me nothing. Instead we walked in silence to the back office, which we promptly entered.
It wasn't until Jerry shut the door behind us that I observed Tom standing in the middle of the room totally naked, pumping up and down on his hard, jack handle dick.
It was a funny thing, but up until that moment I had never even remotely thought about Tom in connection with sex. Now that I focused my eyes more closely on his trim but athletically firm body, and particularly when I observed his huge, throbbing peter, I recognized that I should have noticed him earlier. Perhaps it was just that he was so close to me all the time that I never paid any particular attention to him. Tom would come in as soon as I was finished with my shift for the day, and that would be it.
All of a sudden I was seeing this interesting man in a new light. As I observed his fully exposed dagger in the shimmering light of the room, I saw the glossy sparkle of his cock base as he kept on quickly sliding his fingers up and down his hard, mammoth dick. After his fingers had pumped and pushed solidly against his quivering peter a few more times, he then began to concentrate his attention on his scorching testicles.
I couldn't help but notice just how swollen they were, ready to bulge forth their fluid juices at any moment. His testicles kept on bloating as he moved his fingers around his hairy balls, continuing to make dramatic contact.
"Just look at my dick," Tom revealed himself proudly. "You know, I finally started getting tired of all those guys walking in and out of the store. They were scoring and I wasn't. I finally issued a complaint to the boss here."
"Who was very sympathetic," Jerry cut in. "So sympathetic, in fact, that I decided to give Tom a little treat. Bring the evening to a halt a little early, then have ourselves a nice little business session. Hell, this night of the week is usually slow anyway, so there was nothing wrong in closing a little early. Particularly when you've got something like this to look forward to."
"You can say that again," Tom laughed loudly. My eyes switched suddenly from Tom to Jerry as I observed Jerry beginning to wiggle his way out of his shirt. He had unbuttoned it with a few quick, twisting finger thrusts. Now he shoved it off of him, after which he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on a nearby table.
"Am I ever ready for a glorious fuck," Tom said excitedly.
I kept watching Jerry undress, and when he finally slid his shorts down his legs and off of him, I looked down at his huge, rangy pole, which was ever so ready to engage in some captivating physical activity.
"I want you to blow me," Tom called out to me. "I want you on your knees. I want you subservient. I'm gonna be the man in this relationship and you're definitely gonna be the servant girl. The only thing you're gonna do is what I tell you. Do you get me, bitch?"
"You're talking my language entirely," I winked at him.
"Then get off your clothes," Jerry said. 'Time's wasting."
It didn't take me long before I undid the buttons of my dress. Once that I finished doing so, I slid it off of me, then pranced around in my panties and bra barefoot on the floor of the office, doing it all for Tom's benefit since Jerry had seen me like this before.
Sometimes I got the feeling I looked a hell of a lot sexier in my dazzling black panties and bra, such as I wore at the moment, than when I was completely naked. I turned my body around and wiggled my ass cheeks in the direction of Tom's face. I could see from the wild-eyed expression on his face that he definitely was aroused by what I was doing.
While Tom kept on watching me, his fingers dug against his rock-hard phallus even more quickly than before, driving solidly and eagerly against the smooth, firm skin.
"Get down on your hands and knees," Tom finally gestured, pointing toward his determined phallus. "I want you down on your knees. I want you to start sucking me. I want you to do it good and fast. Come on, just grind your tongue. Work it against my prick. Suck me, come on, really suck me."
I knew that I had to remove my panties and bra quickly, and I didn't waste any time or movement in doing so. My fingers pried at my bra straps, watching as they bounced off of my warm, white boobs, which popped juttingly free as soon as I removed my bra.
"Just look at my tits," I exclaimed. "You like them, Tom. I know you do."
"I've admired your tits many times from a distance," Tom nodded, "but this is the first time I've had a chance to see them in all of their glory. Hell, this is the first time I got to see you stripped clean. Now all you've got to do is take off your panties." My fingers worked ever so impatiently, reaching down and grabbing ahold of the elastic of my panties. All I had to do was push and twist with my fingers a few times and my panties were pried loose, sliding soothingly down my firm, trim legs.
"Damn, I can see your cunt," Tom sighed, pumping on his hot cock more quickly than before. "Get down there and suck me. Come on, go to work on my cock, baby, get your mouth down there and suck."
"You heard what the man said," Jerry exclaimed. Jerry watched as I dropped down rapidly to my knees, reaching out with both hands and letting my fingers enthusiastically glide over Tom's hard, excited instrument.
While my scintillating fingers kept on making grabbing, pulling contact with his hard dong, I reached out with my tongue and allowed it to make its squirming initial contact against Tom's long, impatient organ.
"I can't hold out for very long," he gulped. "Not when I'm this hot and horny. Baby, you're gonna bring me off. Suck it off, honey. Really tongue me. Yes, tongue my hot dick."
I watched as Tom's legs began to nervously tremble, revealing the wild excitement that he felt throughout his invigorated, scalding body.
My flowing, twisting fingers moved against his intensified scrotum as I began to suck on the tip of Tom's tantalizing pecker. I wanted to make up for all those times that the poor guy had no doubt silently and helplessly lusted for my body, probably figuring that he would never have the opportunity to engage me in sex.
At first my tongue worked slowly as it wiggled against the nub end of his hard, flaming pole. A few strokes later, I decided to work my tongue firmly and fondly against the entire base of Tom's throbbing joy stick.
While Tom gasped ever so helplessly and allowed his legs to twist from side to side, I could observe Jerry out of the corner of my eye as his fingers furiously assaulted his own pecker, driving up and down against the hard surface of his flaming dick.
"I'm gonna be next," Jerry said. "As soon as you bring Tom off, then I'm gonna suck you. We're gonna have ourselves a colossal screw. This is gonna be glorious. Damned, am I ever gonna love it. In this ever gonna be a nice fuck. Come on, really work on Tom's prick. He needs it."
"You can say that again," Tom laughed. "So keep it going, honey. I need your piercing tongue. Come on, keep planting it against my peter. Ohhh, suck me, baby, suck me off."
The more desperate that Tom became to explode his solid white orgasmic semen inside of my mouth, the quicker that my tongue sharply rotated as it slashed and stabbed against his big, rotating cock.
Up and down I kept working my tongue skillfully, letting it manipulate like a savage piston as it kept moving against his hard, throbbing member.
"Just bring me off," he sighed. "Come on, really suck me. Play with my balls. Work your fingers faster."
I reached down and gripped solidly at his testicles even more feverishly than I had earlier. It felt good to constantly make contact with his warm, sweat flesh. The more intense that the bulge became, the greater the awareness that rekindled within me as to just how quickly I could look forward to receiving his hot, joyous cock sauce inside of my wild mouth.
Pretty soon Tom began to gulp even more desperately than before. That brought my sucking to a new feverish intensity as my tongue manipulated and stabbed against his rousing prick. A few quick strokes later, the juices started to shoot from the end of his throbbing dick and into my waiting mouth.
"Damned, ohhh, you love it, I can see it," Tom exclaimed.
He watched as my twisting, sliding tongue strode desperately to catch every drop of his flaming fluid. It kept on twisting sharply, moving back and forth as I vigorously swallowed the droplets of his joyous juice.
When I removed my tongue from Tom's blazing dick, Jerry was moving toward me. He reached down and gripped his fleshy tool, then called out to me.
"Just get down on your knees," he sighed, "I want you to work your tongue. Come on, suck me off. I expect a hot, wild suck. Your tongue can do it. Just let it drive. Run your tongue over my meaty dick. Baby, suck me off just like you did Tom."
I dropped down to my knees, then initiated my efforts by sliding my sizzling, sharply rotating tongue against his fiery balls. The quicker that I teased his testicles with my slashing tongue stabs, the more that he enjoyed all that I was providing for him in the way of great excitement.
"Go ahead, suck me off," he exclaimed. "Fast ohhh, do it fast. I was watching all that, so I can't take it for very long."
His sweaty fingers reached down and took hold of my hair. He held on tightly, fixing his fingers firmly to my hair as I kept on tonguing, twisting my tongue back and forth against his balls. A few quick strokes later, I went to work against the tip of his dick.
I knew from the way that his whole jolting body twisted like it was in a state of electrical shock that I couldn't maintain that kind of action for very long. No, Jerry was too far gone, and he would not be satisfied until I swallowed every droplet of his flaming jissum.
As his restless body kept on tilting, moving from side to side dramatically, I worked as rapidly as my tongue could proceed.
My fingers kept snapping and twisting against Jerry's hot, agitated testicles while my tongue pushed him that much closer to the state of orgasmic culmination.
A few ripping, twisting tongue thrusts later, I felt the first few warm, savory droplets of his jissum beginning to trickle out of the end of his hot tool. I knew that there would be a good deal more of the same to follow, and so I tensed myself, preparing for the wild deluge that was sure to hit.
Jerry reached out and gripped hard with his fingers against my head, holding me in place as he prepared to unleash an avalanche of wild semen inside of me.
"Ohhh, catch it all," he exclaimed. "Baby, baby, oooooh, aaaaaah, suck it out of me. Honey, ohhh, it's thundering out of me, really thundering. What sensations. What beautiful movement."
The spraying juices kept on splashing sharply from the end of Jerry's flaming dick, shooting from his organ and into my hot mouth.
I swallowed the final few droplets of his load, letting my tongue manipulate quickly against my dripping lips, after which I triumphantly released my tongue from his still-hard pole.
"That was what I call a fuck," he told me. "You can suck, honey. That's why I like you working at this store. You're a real go-getter, whether it comes to selling books to the customers or giving your boss a good blow job."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I could tell by Jerry's steady, panting demeanor that he was by no means satisfied.
Perhaps I had done a thorough, steady job of blowing his stiff prick. That did not mean that Jerry had had enough sex. As a matter-of-fact, he looked even hungrier than he had before he had shot his rocks off the first time as he stared at me with intense waves of sensual delight.
Jerry reached out and grabbed at my hair. He pulled at it a few times, then yanked me down on the floor, where I landed with a solid, jolting thud.
"Come on, just get down on your hands and knees," he gasped. "I'm gonna ass fuck you from a dog position. You're my little canine beast, and I'm gonna rip the hell out of your asshole."
"That's talking to her," Tom burst into loud laughter, looking down at his own long, searing shield, which he was eager to fuck me with again. "Go get her, Jerry. Give her a real ass fuck." Before Jerry took advantage of me in my compromising position as far as cock stimulation was concerned, he walked over to where he had tossed his trousers. Jerry removed his belt, then returned to where I was perched on my hands and knees.
"I'm gonna rip the hell out of your ass," he laughed. "I'm gonna really give you a time of it, baby. Just wait till I slash with it."
He reached out and began to let his belt slash against my right ass cheek. My whole body quaked in painful reaction to his sharp, stinging strokes.
"That really sounded good," Jerry laughed. "I love those crackling slaps. I really love slashing with the belt."
Jerry drew the belt back once more, letting it slash a second time, on this occasion against my unprotected left ass globe, which was left every bit as red and sore as my first one had been from his initial dramatic movement.
He kept up his slashing attack against my ass cheeks for several more seconds, after which he tossed his belt aside. Then Jerry figured as if I had paid at least part of the price, and now he was ready to settle down into some intensive cock business.
Jerry slid his body downward, stretching out on his knees. Pushing his right index finger forward, he immediately began to finger fuck me, letting his probing digit move all the way into my rectum.
Even though it hurt, it also felt good to have my rectum violated by this handsome, determined man who kept on pushing and slashing with his finger, driving it spiritedly inside of my anus.
"This does feel nice," he laughed. "Honey, twist your butt around a little more. Tom, come on over here. I've got a beautiful three-way sex act all figured out."
"That sounds pretty good, boss," Tom chuckled happily.
Immediately Tom moved his body forward, watching as I continued to get my asshole violated by Jerry's stiff, burning finger stabs.
When Jerry suddenly removed his finger from my anus, I knew that it was because he was ready to drive his hard, surging prick inside of my asshole. I could tell from the hell-fire expression in his eyes, from the burning zeal that surfaced on his face, that he was going to fuck my ass wildly, that he was planning on intensely slashing me with his cock until the fiery jissum shot from the end of his lengthy pole.
"I'm gonna fuck it," he gulped. "And while I'm doing it, Tom, you can get another blow job. You'd like that, honey, wouldn't you? Having a cock plugged in your mouth and one slashing inside of your asshole."
"Yes, I really would like it," I exclaimed. "But it really doesn't matter if I like it at all, does it? You guys are gonna do whatever you damned well please. I know it."
"You've got it all figured out," Jerry confirmed with a grin.
Jerry reached out and grabbed ever so sharply at my ass cheeks, letting his fingers cling sharply to them as he drove his body forward. His searing, charging cock made its initial penetration inside of my zealous, waiting anal passage, which kept on receiving his stiff, assertive prick stabs.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I begged breathlessly. "Ohhh, it hurts. I love it, I love this pain.
Ohhh, darling, fuck me."
My rotating buttocks kept on complementing his movements, riding with his every steely thrust as his prong kept on directing its way firmly and savagely inside of my hot, tight asshole.
The harder that his firm, decisive trigger kept on slamming inside of my asshole, the closer that he moved as he wielded his stiff, sizeable stick inside of my asshole.
While all that was happening, Tom pushed his stiff prick forward. He shoved his body ever so slightly, seeking to push his stinging peter inside of my mouth.
"I'm gonna fuck your mouth," Tom said. "Open nice and wide, baby. I'm gonna fit it into you all the way. You're gonna love it."
Tom wiggled his hips and smiled broadly, eager to receive all of the splendid action that he was deriving from sex with me. I could see that he was a man who had long fantasized about jumping under the sheets with me, and now his dreams and aspirations were coming true in old wild night in the office.
While Tom forged his long cock into the deepest confines of my mouth, I kept on wiggling my hips, loving the burning sensations that my asshole received from the stiff, plunging jolts that my lover Jerry kept on sending into my anus.
As my ass cheeks kept wiggling, Jerry would reach out and slap at my buttocks. All the while he kept up his slamming, dynamic impact, working his cock ever deeper inside of my rectal passage as he pushed his probing member that much closer to the ultimate fiery moment of orgasm.
I could tell that Jerry was going to get off first. After all, for one thing he had initiated His fuck before his friend had. Jerry kept on wiggling his hot ass cheeks, grinding his dick solidly inside of my anal passage. While all that was happening, Tom's sharp, driving pecker kept blasting into my mouth.
It was great to be getting it from both sides, deriving all kinds of wild pain from these two captivating men who were dominating me in every phase of the sex action we shared.
Jerry reached out and pinched at my buttocks. I could hear the sounds of his increasingly heavier breathing, and I knew just how close he was to the point when all of the steaming passion fluids would spurt from the end of his dagger-like organ.
With one last loud gulp, the fiery droplets of his hot juice started to splash from the end of his spear, spraying inside of my anus.
It felt so great that I took charge more assertively than before on Tom's prick, sliding my tongue around against the base of his pushing pole, which kept stabbing around inside of my mouth.
"Keep sucking," Tom said. "You've just about got me off. Keep it going."
Jerry released his tool from my asshole. He patted my buttocks ever so tenderly, letting me know just how much he had enjoyed the physical contact.
As for Tom, the thick, exploding droplets of his steaming cum splashed like a blazing crescendo out of the end of his sensation-ridden cock. While the thick, splashing drops kept on spraying from his mammoth stick, his hips kept on rotating, sliding back and forth.
"Ooooh, aaaahhhh, ooohhhh, baby," he gulped. "I really do love it, oooohhh, what a nice fuck. What a gorgeous fucking mouth you have."
He removed his cock from my wildly ecstatic mouth, then reached down and ran his fingers through my hair lovingly.
"I'd like to sodomize you," Tom said with an eager smile.
"There's not a damned thing then to stop you," Jerry called out. "Go ahead and fuck her ass. She's a nice tight fuck."
"It sure looked like it from the great screw you just gave her."
"She is. I can tell you that, Tom. So get your cock working. Drive it fast. Really push it inside of her asshole."
Tom nodded several times, then reached up and grabbed at my thighs. He twisted and thrust his fingers against them, then threw my legs over his shoulders.
"Here we go," he said. "My burning furnace is gonna shoot off inside of your ass."
He kept gripping at my thighs as he pushed his lengthy, stabbing pole inside of my asshole. Back and forth he blasted with his sizeable, fluid-ridden peter, which Tom was so eager to unleash one more time, on this occasion inside of my asshole.
My flinging hips kept on twisting as I complemented the wild, flowing sensations that he imparted into me with his stiff, stinging cock, which he worked so solidly inside of my asshole as he kept blasting ever harder, driving himself that much nearer to orgasm.
"Ohhhh, is this good," he said. "I can't hold out. Ohhhhh, oooooh, aaaaah, just flip your hips, oooohhhh, really let them fling, baby. Ooooooh, baby doll, what a fuck."
While Tom continued to hold on tightly to my thighs, his whole body rocked and trembled as the spirited, flowing white juices commenced to spray voluminously and profusely from the end of his rigid prong and into my waiting asshole.
As Tom watched the sea of white lava spilling inside of my asshole, he burst into applause.
"What a way to go," he gasped.
"You really unloaded, buddy," Jerry smiled. "You really gave gorgeous Cathy some ass fuck."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Despite the wild session that I had with Tom and Jerry, I wasn't about to get any rest.
The next day my friend Gill Long came into the store in the middle of the afternoon. There were a number of customers in the shop, so he walked up to me at the counter and talked in a barely audible whisper as he leaned close to me.
"I've got to kick some creep's teeth in down the street," Gill said. "Behind on payments."
"Be careful."
"You'd better tell that to him," he grinned. "Anyhow, I'm gonna be in here at closing time. I'll see you then."
Gill quickly vanished out the door. It was his characteristic way to just tell me what he expected to do and leave it at that. When he vanished out the door, already I began to feel quivering sensations as I anticipated engaging in some exhilarating sex activity with my aggressive lover.
When Gill arrived at six, his knuckles were bruised.
"I hope you didn't get hurt," I said with concern as he escorted me out the door.
"Naw, except for the bruises on the knuckles, nothing. The other guy got hurt plenty bad, though."
"I'd hate to think of what could have happened. It's not a very safe line of work."
"Why? Somebody's got to do it," he shrugged nonchalantly.
My rapist-enforcer boyfriend took me up to his apartment, where he quickly told me he intended to devour me.
"Let's get it on right away," he said. "Strip everything off. We're gonna have some fun in the shower, baby. Nothing like a little shower frolicking to invigorate a person."
"You really know what you want."
"And better yet, I know just how to get it," he smiled.
Gill was certainly correct about that. The more I thought about it, the more I recognized that a lot of people knew precisely what they wanted, but didn't seem to have the wherewithal to deliver it their way. As for Gill, he was a man of vigorous accomplishment. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
He watched as I quickly tore off my clothes. When I finished, Gill undressed every bit as rapidly as I had. When I saw his cock pop free from his shorts, my heart began to palpitate ever so noticeably. If there was one thing I wanted and needed at that point, it was some wild sexual electricity from this handsome man who was in my presence.
We walked together into the bathroom. Gill opened the shower door, then entered. He then waited for me to do the same.
"I'll turn the thing on and regulate it just right," Gill said, reaching up and twisting the warm water on with brisk efficiency.
Gill made certain that he regulated the water just right, leaving it at a lukewarm temperature. By then he was ever so ready to engage in some captivating and alluring sex with me.
His fingers reached out with great force and strength as he let them probe against my breasts. My nipples hardened ever so quickly, and Gill took advantage of a good situation, rubbing them with precision.
The harder that Gill's fingers confronted my hot boobs, the more wild exhilaration I felt throughout my entire body. I loved what was happening to me. The longer that his flinging fingers came into piercing contact with my warm pliable flesh, the more heavenly that I felt with the excitement of it all.
It didn't matter that what he was doing hurt me. Hell, no. By then I was learning to enjoy the pain. As a matter-of-fact, had I not been receiving a good deal of pain, I would not even have enjoyed the sex to the fullest.
His fingers kept on sharply tugging and twisting against my prickly nipples. Gill exercised his fingers like sharp needles as he kept on pushing and twisting with them.
When he turned his fingers loose from my nipples, Gill reached out and ran his fingers through my hair.
I loved the fact that the warm, rippling water was continuing to splash against our bodies. It made me feel extra alive with great satisfaction and joy as the water kept on splashing, spilling against my warm, already invigorated flesh.
When Gill grabbed hold of my hair and began to pull on it, he immediately forced me down to my knees. As I remained perched on my knees, in one of my usual subservient positions, Gill reached out and made a grab for the soap, which he handed to me.
"Soap down my balls," he said.
I loved the assignment of addressing myself to Gill's steaming testicles, and so I went immediately to work, watching as the bubbly soap suds multiplied with every touch. The soap kept on working, moving back and forth against his searing scrotum.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "Now I want you to run the soap against my hard pecker. Come on, really slide it. Work it up and down."
The soap began to make quick, sturdy contact with his dagger-like penis. The faster that I manipulated the soap, the louder that he began to gasp. Also, on conjunction with his gasps, Gill's whole body kept sliding rhythmically as he reacted to what was taking place.
"You can let go now," he said. "I want you to eat my prick. Come on, just run your tongue over the length of it, baby."
Gill's sharp, sometimes surly commands were getting to become music to my ears. The louder that he ordered me around, the more eagerly that I sought to respond to his every request.
I waited until the warm droplets of water from the shower had rinsed off his penis for me. I then made my move, reaching down and grabbing at his soggy balls, manipulating my fingers sharply against them.
"Come on, eat my dick," he said. "Let's not spend too much time here, because I've got to juice. The stuff has to shoot out of me. I've got an avalanche stored up that's gonna spray into your mouth, baby. You'll love every drop of my sizzling cum."
My fingers kept on gliding against his balls, and as they maintained brisk, affirmative contact with his flesh, I started to probe with my tongue against the tip of his blazing dick.
"Come on, suck me good," Gill sighed heavily as he made his demand.
I could see that the sensations of the exhilarating, warm water splashing against his face combined with the wildly erotic fascination of my probing tongue stabs against his steaming cock caused Gill to feel great waves of surging passion.
"Come on, eat the stuff," he exclaimed. "Just drive your tongue, baby. Bring me off. Suck it all out of me."
Just to remind me several times of just how firmly he was in charge, Gill reached out and tugged at my hair. He pulled hard enough to cause me to experience some pain, something he wanted me to live with on an almost constant basis as far as he was concerned.
My head kept probing, working solidly and eagerly against his warm, wet flesh. I must say that the water did add a new element to the sex act. It was the first time that I had ever been exposed to sex under those conditions, under the warm, dazzling rays of shower water.
As his thighs began to tremble ever more noticeably, I reached out and grabbed them. My fingers held on tightly to his firm folds of hot flesh as he prepared to shoot every droplet of his hot, white orgasmic fluid from the end of his diligent, steely prong.
"Come on, suck it off," he gulped. "Just run your tongue over my dick."
A few rapid-fire, probing tongue stabs later, the juices began to pour ever so torrentially from the end of his sturdy spear, which I kept pressing my tongue against.
Several of the burning droplets got away from me, splashing to the shower floor, but I was able to control most of his hot, savory load, which I wanted to devour with every bit of wild intensity within me.
"Keep on sucking," Gill sighed. "Ooooooh, can you ever eat cock, baby, you're a wild cock eater, oooooh, oooooh, does that tickle, tickle, tickle, oooooh, suck it, oooooh, suck the jot jiz out of me, baby. Yeah, eat every drop."
The jissum flow continued at a steady clip for a few more moments, after which the final few droplets of his orgasmic juices had been spent.
"Stay down there on your knees," he told me. "Just spread your ass cheeks and legs a little. I'm gonna take care of the rest."
I recognized just how perfectly capable Gill was of taking care of the rest of just about anything. In this case what he was anticipating was a wild sodomy attack inside of my scorching rear end. He reached out with his right middle finger, allowing it to clutch and slide inside of my asshole. The quicker that he gripped with his finger inside of my anus, the greater the amount of electricity that I felt sweeping through my being. It caused my entire body to move rhythmically and anticipate his first hot cock thrust inside of my tight anal passage. I was eager for his first stabbing movement up my asshole.
"Come on, baby, fuck it," I exclaimed. "Really give it to me, darling. I want to feel your hot cock pushing inside of me. I really want to feel it. Every hot, sizzling inch of your pecker meat. Darling, let yourself go. Give it to me. Fuck my asshole with your huge pecker. I want it. Ohhhh, baby, how I want it. Fuck, fuck, fuck my ass."
"You never have to tell me that," he laughed. "I know all about letting myself go, honey, especially as far as an ass fuck is concerned. That's one of the best ways to make it for me. As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna push and shove with everything that I have. You're really gonna feel my prick stabs up that sweet, tight ass of yours."
Reaching down and grabbing tightly against my fleshy ass cheeks, Gill then proceeded to direct his blazing cock toward my excited anal passage, which he wanted to fuck with steaming energy. I could tell that Gill was really turned on by the action, for his body trembled and heaved as he panted eagerly, loving every movement he brought to bear against my quivering body.
Gill sighed loudly as his heaving, sweaty body moved in closer. Pretty soon he was driving his long, stimulating prick inside of my twisting asshole, which was eagerly responding to each of his sharp, digging stabs. His sharp, razor-like pole assaulted my anal cavity with a fierce determination as he rutted into my tight asshole, causing me to feel ever greater stinging sensations throughout my anal area.
Now Gill began to pant like a steam engine as he kept on directing his long, fleshy tool toward my asshole, working it with burning intensity as it kept on plunging and stabbing inside of my hot ass.
This was just the kind of fucking action that I loved, I thought to myself. I was really turned on by a domineering, take-charge guy who could screw my butt hole in the way that Gill could. He knew just how to give me the greatest burning sensations in my asshole as his fiery, stabbing prick jolts brought quivers of sensation to my eager body.
"Ahhhh, I've got to juice," I told him. "I can't take this kind of action much longer. My pussy is about to shoot, baby. Oooohhhh, aaaahhhh, what an ass fuck you're giving me. What a cock fuck up my ass. Gill, darling, you're really doing it to me. I love every stab you're sending up my butt hole. Keep it going, darling, keep fucking ass, Gill baby, keep fucking ass. Ooooohhhh, what a prick you've got." While my wiggling ass kept on responding to the stinging, intense stabs that Gill generated with his long digit, I reached down with my trembling right hand. I moved my fingers ever so swiftly against my thick, matted, wet pubic hairs. I kept pushing my fingers against my pubic snatch for a few more moments, after which I then allowed my fingers to dig sharply and eagerly inside of my pink, throbbing cunt hole. The squishy sounds of my fingers stabbing inside my pussy made me all the more excited. My body blazed with sexual excitation as I twisted and plunged my fingers inside my gooey fur patch, and all the while Gill kept on stabbing his thundering prick into my tight, twisting asshole, giving me the ass fuck of my life as he rutted savagely into my tender ass flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh, aaaahhhhh," I gasped, "I'm about to go off, baby. I can't take much more of this fucking action. Gill, baby, keep fucking my asshole. Keep stabbing your steely prick into my butt hole. I want it. I want every fucking inch of your pecker. Oooooohhhh, ooooh, what a glorious fucking feeling."
All the while my eager fingers kept stabbing in side my pussy passage, twisting and twirling as deeply as they could against my pink, quivering vaginal walls. I was sweating profusely now as I wiggled uncontrollably under the steady thrusts that Gill generated into my aching asshole.
After heaving a few more deep sighs, the juices shot from my quaking mound. As they finished splashing, I felt Gill holding onto my buttocks even more tightly than he had before. His stinging plunges were becoming even more fierce as he rutted and stabbed mercilessly into my burning asshole. I sensed that he was on the verge of a glorious eruption and I could hardly wait to feel the searing, stinging blaze of his shooting jissum coating my anal passage.
"I'm gonna be off real soon, baby," Gill gasped eagerly as his buttocks quivered with every cock stab he generated inside my anal depths. "This is glorious, so very beautiful. What a fuck, baby, what an ass fuck. Your butt hole is so very tight and hot. Ooooooh, aaaaahhh, I'm gonna be off. Here I go, aaaahhhh, ooooohhhh, here go my cock juices. They're spraying into your asshole. Ohhh, ahhhh, what a fuck, what an ass fuck."
Gill slapped at my buttocks a few times, then heaved one last sigh as the flaming droplets of his thick, white jissum bolted thunderously from his phallic tool and into my asshole.
"Ohhhh, Gill, baby," I gasped excitedly, "you've sure given my ass a first-rate fuck with that monster cock of yours. When you fuck ass, a girl really knows it. No mistake about that. I love what you did to my asshole. I can't seem to get enough of your dominating type of fucking. I love everything you do to me, baby. You don't know what you do to my cunt with your fucking cock. I can juice just thinking about it."
I could tell that Gill was pleased to hear these compliments. After all, he was very sure of himself. He'd have to be to be able to fuck the way that he did. And I was proud to have been able to take everything he gave me, especially in the ass fucking department. This take-charge guy really had a way with his cock.
"You're mine and you'll be mine as long as I want you to," Gill smiled at me. "Remember that, baby. When I want a fuck you're gonna be right there to give it to me. Any way that I want it. I can sting your asshole with my burning pecker, or I can assault your pussy or even give you a raping throat fuck. I love doing all this screwing with you and I know that you love it, too."
I never needed to even answer him on that point. I was every bit as well aware as he was over how completely Gill controlled me. I was his woman and his fuck whenever he wanted me, and I liked it that way.
All I can say is that my life certainly did take a dramatic turn after I changed jobs. When I thought back and began to compare my domineering lover Gill to my meek little ex-husband, it became perfectly clear to me that I was the kind of woman who was destined to enjoy a certain amount of punishment in the sex act.
